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REGULAR readers will recall that a few months ago I enjoyed one of those rare opportunities of driving a Porsche - the new 911 to be precise, and I loved every minute of it. But I have to admit, I'd never understood the Cayenne. You see, Porsche to me means one thing and one thing alone - very distinctive sports cars with engines in the back, machines with that oh-so recognisable shape, albeit likened to a duck by the unappreciative Mrs C. So what on earth is the Cayenne about then? Porsche means sports cars, if you want an off-roader you go and talk to Land Rover - until the day that Porsche decided to make a Land Rover. Well to be more precise, Porsche decided to make a Range Rover, a vehicle that would compete head-on with Land Rover's SUV for the very well-off country squire. After all if the German maker's young upstart rivals down in Munich could produce a 4x4 so successfully in the BMW X5, why couldn't just such a beast emerge from the famed factory in Stuttgart? Nope, it still didn't wash with me. It all seemed wrong, until the day a few weeks ago when I finally climbed up into a Cayenne (when did one ever not slip down into a Porsche?) - and then I understood.
To anyone who has driven a typical SUV such speeds in something that sits so high off the ground will sound like madness, a lethal cocktail. But this is where the Cayenne really surprises. It doesn't roll about like a ship on the high seas, in fact it rides with all the refinement of an executive cruiser. And it has such phenomenal grip, even when you use that plentiful power in the twisty bits. But of course it would wouldn't it, because it's a Porsche (Automotive A-Z description of the word Porsche - stonking good sports car).
Just before Christmas I got taken to Switzerland, ironically on the launch of another SUV at the other end of the scale, Kia's Sportage. We arrived in that winter playground for the not-doing-badly-thank-you winter ski set, St Moritz, and guess what we saw just about everywhere, charging confidently along the constantly snow and slush-afflicted mountain roads? Yup, Cayennes. Clearly such places are natural territory for this vehicle, and all the justification those Porsche bosses ever needed... |
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