The Boxster at 25

The Boxster GTS has long occupied a sweet spot among sports cars. Fond memories of early mornings and late nights on Mallorca with a 981 GTS spring readily to mind. This was 2014. The crackling sound of the flat-six on a trailing throttle bouncing off the craggy sides of Sa Calobra. The sweet, six-speed gearbox matched with perfectly placed pedals.

It’s just the same today. Porsche has had to add a little 4.0 to the name to distinguish it from the uninspiring four-cylinder GTS it replaced, but otherwise it’s very much business as usual for the GTS. I didn’t have quite the same balmy Balearic backdrop a couple of weeks ago, instead swapping a sunny Sa Calobra for a sodden Snowdonia as I made my way to Anglesey. But tackling the roads north of Betws-y-Coed at night, trying to spot the standing water in the headlights as the wipers worked like billy-o, the Boxster was still wonderful. If anything it was even more impressive. That balance you can trust, the fluidity of the progress, the weighting of the controls.