DEATH BY DOWNFORCE PORSCHE WORLD ROAD SHOW EXPERIENCE

I drove them all. I felt them all. I may now require adult supervision

- SANEET DSILVA

There are days in your life that define you. The day you get married. The day your child is born. The day you eat raw Wasabi by accident, you think you're going to meet your maker.

And then... There are days like this. A day when you wake up, wander outside, and find a queue of Porsches lined up, Stuttgart's finest army. The mad one. The pretty one. The stupidly fast one. The electric one. And the one that thinks it's a fridge.

And then someone, some wonderful, misinformed, insurance-blind individual hands you the keys to all of them. Oh, and just for fun, they throw in an actual Formula One circuit. This was the Porsche World Road Show. This was Buddh International Circuit. This was India. And this... this was either going to be the greatest day of my life, or a headline on the evening news.

For the uninitiated, the Porsche World Road Show (PWRS) is Stuttgart's roving boot-camp: a factory-run fleet of 20-plus cars, 30-odd professional instructors and several articulated lorries that hop from country to country, laying out four driving “stations”, handling laps, slalom, launch-control alley and an off-road playground. The cars are LHD German plates, the insurance excess is eye-watering, and the brief is simple: drive them like you stole them so you realise you want to buy one.

This year's Indian stop coincided with a furnace-like summer morning, with a 45 °C track temperature by nine-thirty. That detail matters because many performance EVs melt into limp mode after half a hot lap; none of these did.