There are fast cars. Then there are stupidly fast cars. And then there’s the new Porsche 911 Turbo S, which is so absurdly fast it makes light itself look like it can’t be bothered. Porsche has finally given its crown jewel the hybrid treatment, and while that usually means disappointment, smug eco-credentials, and the faint whiff of compromise, here it only means one thing: more power. This is Porsche’s first-ever hybrid Turbo S, and the batteries don’t exist to save the planet—they exist purely to make your internal organs want to move out.
Under the skin it’s still a flat-six, because Porsche would rather burn down its entire factory than give up on that, but this time it’s a 3.6-litre unit strapped to not one, but two electric turbochargers. In the GTS you get a single e-turbo. In the Turbo S you get double, because Porsche’s engineers looked at 640 horsepower in the old car and thought, “pfft, peasant numbers.” The result is 701 horsepower and 590 lb-ft of torque, which is more than a McLaren 720S, more than a Ferrari Roma, and certainly more than you’ll ever admit to your insurance provider.
The performance figures are, frankly, ridiculous. Zero to sixty is dispatched in just 2.4 seconds, which isn’t acceleration so much as teleportation. Zero to 124 mph? Eight-point-four seconds. That’s the same time it takes the average Range Rover driver to finish barging across three lanes of traffic while pretending to indicate. And while the top speed is still capped at 200 mph, that’s probably Porsche’s lawyers stepping in and saying, “enough, you’ll kill them.”
Round the Nürburgring, it’s 14 seconds quicker than its predecessor, managing a lap time of 7 minutes and 3.92 seconds. Fourteen seconds doesn’t sound like much until you realise that in racing terms it’s the difference between standing on the podium and still fumbling about in the pits trying to find your helmet. This is a car that eats circuits for breakfast and then asks for seconds.
Of course, the hybrid system adds some weight—180 pounds of it—but Porsche has shrugged that off with the sort of German engineering arrogance that borders on smugness. Wider rear tyres, ceramic brakes the size of medieval shields, and active aero that flaps around like a startled goose make sure it still feels like a 911. Only sharper. Angrier. More violent. If this car were a person, it wouldn’t be a gentleman racer; it would be Tyson Fury in a Savile Row suit.
Visually, it’s still every inch a 911. Two round headlights, a curvy roofline, the iconic silhouette that has been haunting pub arguments since the sixties. But this one has grown meaner. The front strakes are more vertical, the side intakes have got bigger, and the rear vents look like they could inhale small pigeons. The active rear wing is the size of a dining table. And then there’s something Porsche calls “Turbonite”—which sounds like a Marvel villain but is, in reality, just a posh new trim for the badges, wheels, and dashboard. Inside, you can choose between two seats or four if you tick the “I have children” box, and you get OLED screens, a titanium exhaust, HD matrix lights, and more drive modes than a SpaceX launch vehicle.
The price is eye-watering, of course: around $272,650 for the coupe and $286,650 for the cabriolet. In Europe it’s roughly €275,000 and €290,000, respectively. Deliveries begin in spring 2026, which is perfect timing if you fancy terrifying cyclists as the weather warms up.
This isn’t a car for purists. This isn’t for the people who think a 911 should remain exactly as it was in 1973. This is for people who want to reach the horizon before anyone else and don’t care if they leave a trail of scorched tarmac, startled pedestrians, and confused physics in their wake. Yes, it’s heavier. Yes, it’s hybrid. And no, it doesn’t matter. Because this is faster, scarier, and more outrageous than any 911 that’s come before it. It isn’t a car. It’s a guided missile with a Porsche badge and cupholders.