PLUS ONE

We drive the original ‘poor man’s’ Porsche, the 912

- Rohin Nagrani

The thrum from a boxer motor has a metallic timbre to it, the kind of sound motoring orgasms are made of. The only boxer-four motor I’d previously experienced was the one on a Subaru Forester and it had the automotive equivalent of a whooping cough. I can’t quite recollect what the reason was — a misfiring cylinder or something less dire — but I never quite got to grips with what a horizontally-opposed four-potter was like.

It would take November 2015’s 41-degree searing heat of Dubai to find answers. The reference to the bruiser is even true in auditory terms, the heavy cast-iron block with the pistons pushing against the opposite ends felt just like a boxer’s fist sitting snug in a glove filled with iron pellets. With the motor sitting right behind the transaxle, it pretty much sounds like a 356, which it is, but also isn’t. Welcome, then, to the Porsche 912, the black sheep and forgotten hero of Porsches, the one that resided in the large shadow of the 911. And yes, it was no pumpkin wagon.