Space invader

Be in no doubt, yanking its tail time and again is an experience to be savoured — and then recovered from

THERE IS, OF COURSE, AN OFFICIAL PRESS LAUNCH FOR THE Taycan going on. I could have driven the Turbo S (no turbos, obviously, but Porsche’s 21st-century badging philosophy is somehow less nonsensical than most) from Oslo, European home of the electric car, to Copenhagen. From Porsche’s perspective, you can see why: lots of chargers, plenty of wind farms for photographic symbolism, and some stretches of photogenic if hardly exciting road. No, thanks. The Taycan may lack an engine but it’s still a Porsche and one about which — full disclaimer — we’re more than a little excited.

My passenger ride earlier this year revealed the flagship Taycan to be violently accelerative and in possession of barely believable levels of body control and grip. Now that we’re finally driving, I want roads I can really drive.

With a broad smile (Confidence? Complacency? Genuine delight at a day in my company?), Chief Project Engineer Stefan Weckbach hands over the key while my alter ego is busy scribbling down the first mental notes. If the driver’s seat looks like it’s mounted a long way down, that’s because it is — it’s level with a 911 Carrera’s,