Model 997.2 Turbo Year 2010 Ac­quired De­cem­ber 2015

Total 911 - - Living The Legend – 911 Owner Reports - Northamp­ton­shire, UK @jcx911 Joe Croser

For some, cars are trans­port. For oth­ers, they are sta­tus. For me cars are a source of ex­hil­a­ra­tion, fun and friend­ship, as I was re­minded on our To­tal 911 Leg­ends road trip to the York­shire Dales.

I could fill ev­ery legend col­umn this month by wax­ing lyrical about the Dales; preach­ing about their beauty and their ar­chi­tec­ture. I could rave about the best road I’ve ever driven, or the best fish and chips I’ve ever eaten, but it was a fel­low­ship, the laughter and bon­homie, that has me now, just two days later.

For two days my good mates and fel­low T911 colum­nists (past and present) tra­versed the York­shire Dales, north and south, east and west, in search of the finest driv­ing roads. Of course, we found them all – a few weeks of re­search had en­abled me to com­pile routes and in­clude photo op­por­tu­ni­ties which would take our breath away.

They call North York­shire ‘God’s own county’ and it’s hard to ar­gue oth­er­wise, es­pe­cially when wall-to-wall sun is laid on from dusk till dawn as if to light our route and pro­vide a warm con­trast to our wet Welsh trip al­most two years ago.

I like to think my cars don’t de­fine me, but they do re­flect my per­son­al­ity. I don’t see my­self as a cus­tomiser of cars and I don’t see my car as any­thing other than stock to the naked eye, but the way it silk­ily threaded the nee­dle on many of the flow­ing Dales roads was noth­ing short of sub­lime… a tes­ta­ment to the sum of its cus­tomised parts.

From the en­gine to the ex­haust and from the sus­pen­sion to the tyres my car has en­joyed very sub­tle, but eas­ily dis­cernible up­grades which have trans­formed my heavy Turbo into a but­ter­fly with the sting of a bee.

My re­cent Shark­w­erks remap and my beloved and much ad­mired Shark­w­erks ex­haust pro­vided the power and the glory. The DSC V1 PASM up­grade cou­pled with my Miche­lin Pi­lot Sport 4S tyres kept me firmly planted. The whole pack­age tick­led my ev­ery fancy in the most spir­i­tual of ways.

And then there was the York­shire wel­come from the team at The Wheat­sheaf in Carperby where we filled our boots with de­li­cious food and drink be­fore rest­ing our heads in their well-ap­pointed and spot­lessly clean rooms. Adam (be­hind the bar), even re­mem­bered me from a fam­ily visit a year ear­lier. That’s what I am talk­ing about. Friend­ship is not just for the folks you see fre­quently, it’s for the folks you meet once who re­mem­ber you and wel­come you back like an old neigh­bour.

Two short days and yet it felt like a week, so relaxing was the trip. The driv­ing was Zen-like as I be­came one with my car and the com­pany was broth­erly as we be­came one, with lots of fun and not an ounce of mal­ice or edge. I am ready to head straight back again, but it may not be the same. Per­haps I’ll select some other routes in a dif­fer­ent area.

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