Beachy Head, 9.30am. The conversation stops briefly as we pause to watch a Mk1 Escort driving past. Instinctively, Neil Plumpton and I switch to listening for a bit as it goes out of sight, an appreciative nod from each of us before the conversation resumes back to the topic in hand. A similar moment happened in that Escort, we witnessed it, the driver turning to look at the black 911 parked up. His response, a similar, reverential nod.
Did I want to drive a GT3? Stupid question really from Editor Sibley, 2020 being understandably light on drives. When I found out which GT3, specifically, my interest was piqued even further. You’ve got to love social media if you’re one of the flat six afflicted, and Plumpton’s car appears regularly on…