by Jason H. Harper
This is Porsche ballet. My car glides over an all-white stage, a landscape skimmed in snow and ice. It is a new, very blue Carrera 4S, one of the first 991 all-wheel-drive models in North America, and it is full of grace. The road before me is a track plowed out of deep powder, high snow banks on either side, with an upcoming sharp left-hander. Long before the car reaches the traditional turn-in point, I yank the wheel hard left and then wait. The car goes silently sideways and, although the nose of the 911 points directly at the bank, it’s moving laterally and sweeps by like a ship gliding past an iceberg.