Carving through valleys and blasting up every straightaway with the carefree élan of a spoiled playboy, the 911 Turbo displayed supreme handling thanks to its sucker-like grip. It was a treat to rip through S curves and over small hills without so much as an inch of slip, the 911 a magnet zipping around a metallic landscape. At lower speeds, such as when climbing a series of switchbacks to a mountain summit, the Turbo allowed a bit of drift that thrilled every time the tires scrabbled for, and then found, grip on the gravel shoulder.