The Clarkson Review: Porsche 911 Dakar — a bit unhinged, as sports cars should be

So, Porsche has taken a four-wheel-drive 911 GTS, fitted it with underbody protection and some beefed-up suspension, and called it the Dakar. Which is the coastal Senegalese city that people used to race to from Paris, back in the days when people thought Isis was a peaceful and trouty river that flowed through Oxford.

Very many people were interested in this new car, and I can see why. Because anyone with even a tiny bit of testosterone in their underpants would want to drive a jacked-up, armour-plated Porsche 911 across the Sahara. Roaring over the dunes, catching some air, power-sliding through the wadis and shattering the hot silence with that distinctive flat-six cackle. Then stopping when the sun went down, making a fire and drinking