If James Bond ever gave up espionage for real estate, he’d still drive a 911. Why? Because it’s classy, fast, timeless, and German enough to survive both Autobahn abuse and awkward family conversations at Oktoberfest.
The Porsche 911 first showed up in 1964, and here in 2025, we’re on the 8th generation facelift—codename 992.2. Facelift, by the way, means Porsche tweaked everything that wasn’t already perfect and then added a bill for ₹13 lakh in “optional exterior packages.” If you sneeze in Stuttgart, Porsche will charge you for a carbon-fibre tissue dispenser.
Looks: The Same Old Brilliance
From the outside, the 911 still looks like… a 911. Michael Mauer (the design wizard behind Cayenne, Macan, and the 918 Spyder) has once again resisted the temptation to give it laser cat-eyes or spaceship wings. Instead, you get the same sloping rear, wide hips, and a front that whispers, “I’m expensive, don’t park too close.”
But it’s not all déjà vu—this facelift gets chunkier wheels, revised chassis, and headlamps that cost ₹4.83 lakh. And these aren’t just any lamps; they’re 32,000-pixel HD-matrix lights with animations, lane brightening, and 600-meter adaptive high beam. Basically, they can project DDLJ on the highway while you’re overtaking a tractor.
Engine: Flat-Six Forever
Under the boot (yes, the rear, because Porsche likes being quirky), you get a 3.0L twin-turbo flat-six, 388 horses, and 450 Nm of torque. That’s enough to catapult you from 0–100 km/h in 3.9 seconds—faster than your brain can say, “Wait, was that a speed camera?”
Top speed? 294 km/h. That’s roughly the velocity with which optional Porsche accessories leave your bank account.
And in true German efficiency, it even delivers 9 kmpl. Which is excellent—if your definition of excellent is slightly better than a helicopter.
Driving Dynamics: Surgical Precision with a Shot of Schnapps
The facelift comes with revised engine mounts, Porsche Active Suspension Management, and steering so sharp it could slice through bratwurst. The rear-engine, rear-wheel-drive setup still feels like strapping yourself to a physics experiment, but somehow it works.
Gearbox? An 8-speed PDK dual-clutch auto tuned for rapid-fire shifts. You’ll never miss a gear, but you might miss your exit because you’re too busy grinning.
Interior: IKEA Meets Billionaire
Step inside, and it’s all business-class luxury. Black leather seats (beige, red, or ₹13 lakh worth of anything else if you fancy), ambient lighting, a 10.9-inch infotainment system, and a 12.65-inch curved instrument cluster styled like the classic five dials. It’s nostalgia wrapped in OLED.
But beware: the rear seats are gone. Instead, you get 261 litres of boot space. Which, let’s be honest, is enough for one Louis Vuitton bag or three packets of Maggi.
And Porsche being Porsche, everything inside is an option. Leather sun visors? ₹84,000. Aluminium pedals? ₹70,800. Painted logos? ₹53,000. At this point, even the fire extinguisher feels like it should come with a down payment plan.
Options Menu: A Comedy Sketch by Itself
- Carbon roof: ₹7.29 lakh (perfect if you hate rain and love bankruptcy).
- Titanium tailpipes: ₹7.51 lakh (your neighbours will know you’ve arrived).
- Custom paint with your name saved in Porsche history: ₹47 lakh (finally, “NamasteCar Green” immortalised).
- Sticker set: ₹1 lakh (yes, stickers—like the ones you had in kindergarten).
Basically, buying a 911 is like playing Candy Crush with your wallet—there’s always a new level of spending.
Safety: German Bubble Wrap
Seven airbags, lane assist, night view, ParkAssist, ISOFIX for that one person who installs a baby seat in a 911, and tyre pressure monitoring. It’s as safe as a car can be while also capable of making your spine tingle at 290 km/h.
Verdict: Iconic, Irrational, Irreplaceable
The Porsche 911 Carrera starts at ₹2 crore, but nobody actually buys the “starting” car. You’ll inevitably check a few boxes—maybe a Burmester sound system for ₹9.44 lakh or titanium wheel bolts for ₹3 lakh—and before you know it, you’re closer to ₹3 crore.
But here’s the thing: it doesn’t matter. The 911 isn’t just a car; it’s an institution. Ten lakh sold worldwide can’t be wrong. Every time you drive it, you’re not just commuting—you’re writing another line in a 61-year-old love story.
