Yesterday, I passed a new 911 in a metallic sky blue I hadn’t seen before. It was so bright it caught me off guard, and looked a little out of place. On the 911SC however, it is perfectly offset by the black trim, especially when complimented by black Fuchs like this example. As 911s follow the rest of the automobile (and human?) race in getting larger and fatter with each progressive generation, it makes me want to reach back further and further when I think about owning a 911. The SC may look like a drug dealer’s car to some, but I love the “Tea Tray” spoiler and black fender guard. While today’s 911s are insanely fast and relatively safe compared to their ancestors, the stories and possibility of pendulum-action oversteer gives me that butterfly nervous-excited feeling.
