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Porsche TranSport Pickup Truck – concept

Designer Nouphone J. Bansasine knows that Porsche already has a Porsche Panamera sedan, the Cayenne SUV, and a sports car line up. Now comes the time for a new Porsche TranSport!

May 23, 2010 — This concept focus upon for high end market buyer. To achieve the concept strategy, below is his proposal to design the Porsche TransSports Premium Truck to be more power, sophisticated, premium and better handling performance than the rest of the competitors. The ultimate goal is to gain the consumers interest and trust in Porsche.He believes this proposal will achieve not only its estimated growth in the prestigious image statement but also the overall branding of the Porsche quality product. Unlike in the past, the automotive industry is highly sophisticated and technology advanced. As a result, consumers demand more and the automotive industry are challenged with competing for consumers loyalty.
Engine Displacement
1.The engine locates behind the occupants underneath the truck bed..
2.Front hood will be used for a trunk and available space for gas tank.
3.Transmission locates underneath the truck bed.
4.Combustion Powered is in consideration.
5.Engine flat six
Designer: Nouphone J. Bansasine
Yankodesign 2010 Porsche for Hauling

 

 
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Posted by on May 27, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

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What If Porsche Made a Pickup Truck?

Ever wondered what it might be like to pull a trailer at 120 mph on the German autobahn?
Neither have I, but designer Nouphone J. Bansasine apparently has. He’s created a new vehicle idea for Porsche’s lineup: a pickup truck.It’s called the Porsche TranSport Truck, and it’s supposed to be the ultimate fusion of luxury and load-carrying capability.

Bansasine figures that since Porsche is selling SUVs and recently added a four-door sport sedan, why not a pickup, too? We’ll let you answer that question. Maybe Porsche could base it off the VW Amarok? In the meantime, we’re going to imagine hitting the Nürburgring after the next trip to Home Depot.

Porsche Pickup Truck Rendering

Porsche Pickup Truck Rendering

I’m sure it would come with lots of cool tech; air lift suspention, paddle shift 6 speed etc, an all wheel drive system close to what the SUV has.

I wouldn’t buy one, but I bet there is people out there who would.

[Source: Bit Rebels]

via news.pickuptrucks.com

 

 
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Posted by on May 26, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

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$180,000 Porsche goes through a garage door! – Reporter’s son crashes Porsche

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Peter Cheney/The Globe and Mail

Peter Cheney’s son drove a $180,000 Porsche through the garage door while attempting to check out the stereo. Take an expensive sports car, a curious teen and a garage door – and mix together to get one very embarrassed automotive writer

Peter Cheney
Globe and Mail
Some moments are lived backwards. The great ones run through your mind like a favourite movie. Then there are the other kind, where you try to roll back the clock – like the afternoon my teenage son launched a brand new Porsche Turbo through our garage door.
So far, I have not managed to invent a time machine, go back, and snatch the key from his hands (and in case you were wondering, the car goes for $180,000, not including freight, tax or a new garage).
That day began with deceptive perfection. I woke up in a sunlit bedroom next to my beautiful wife. We had celebrated 26 years of marriage just the day before. Our cherry tree was in full blossom, and in the garage, locked away like a crown jewel, was a 2010 Porsche 997 Turbo, the latest (and costliest) in a long series of test cars.
When I decided to transition into automotive journalism after more than two and a half decades of news reporting, no one was happier than my son Will. Instead of telling his friends his dad was in Afghanistan (or at a murder scene) he could bring them over to check out the latest ride.
My new trade did have its perils, which include the creeping cynicism of the professional test driver. An auto journalist’s existence is like a mechanized version of Hugh Hefner’s – when you are presented with an endless cavalcade of automotive beauties, you can easily become jaded.
Now I had the Turbo, the car that every driving aficionado and pension raider dreams of – 500 horsepower, leather-lined cockpit and a 330 km/h top end. Until I drove it, I’d been a little skeptical – I’d seen too many Turbos employed as male enhancement devices by hobbit-looking accountants who couldn’t even drive a stick shift.
But the previous day, I had taken it to Mosport racetrack for a high-speed lapping session where it inhaled other cars like so many insects – when they saw the Turbo in their mirror, most simply pulled over to let us pass, acknowledging the Porsche as the alpha car.

I was experiencing the acme of German engineering. The Turbo had launched me up Mosport’s kinked back straightaway at more than 250 km/h, then purred back to the city through rush hour traffic, as though it had been magically converted from a race car into a Honda Civic. Best of all, my Turbo was a purist’s model, with a six-speed manual transmission – a factor that would play a key role in the events that were about to unfold.
It was early afternoon. Will had just returned from summer job hunting, accompanied by a friend. I was in my home office, writing and looking out at the green park in front of our house. That morning, Will and I had appeared together in a Globe Drive column called A Hockey Dad’s Last Ride that commemorated his 14 years in minor hockey.

Will stuck his head into the office and asked me if he could show his buddy the Turbo. I told him to go ahead. He and his friends always checked out my cars. Their main focus seemed to be the interior and stereo systems – details I barely cared about.
I went back to my computer. My car buddies knew I’d been at the track with the Turbo, and they wanted my verdict. I told one it was like a tiger in an Armani suit – killer chassis, unbeatable power, but suave and comfortable, too.
I shut down my computer and prepared to head to the office, smiling at the thought of a few minutes in the Turbo. As I headed out the back door, I saw my son running toward the house. His eyes were the size of dinner plates. He sputtered: “Dad, the Porsche … the Porsche …”
I thought the Turbo had been stolen. Our garage has a full security system, but this is one of the most desirable cars in the world, so you never know. Will tried to speak again. “The Turbo rolled into the door….” I walked past him into the garage.
For nearly a minute, I was too dumbfounded to speak. The Turbo hadn’t rolled into the door – it had launched itself through the entire structure. In a distance of approximately four feet, the Turbo had developed enough kinetic energy to blow the entire door apart. Parts of the roller mechanism were scattered through the alley. Dazed, I picked up a bent metal piece – it looked like a Crazy Bone, a toy Will had collected as a little boy.
When I parked it, the Turbo had been pristine. Now it looked like the car from Dukes of Hazzard after a chase through the southern backwoods. Stunned, I surveyed the damage. The hood was raked with gouges, the top of the right front fender was flattened, and the driver’s door (which is made from aluminum to save weight) had taken a beating. Worst of all was the rear fender, which had hit the concrete door frame as the Turbo launched itself into the alley – it looked like a giant blacksmith had smacked it with a sledge hammer.
Like a man surfacing from a deep dive, I slowly returned to reality. I yelled at my son for a minute or two. Then it was time to make some phone calls. Will stood in the garage, quaking. I dialled Rick Bye, a professional race driver who manages the Porsche press fleet. The day before, he had been with me in the Turbo at Mosport, teaching me the fastest line around the track and making sure I didn’t destroy his car. After decades of racing and dealing with idiot journalists, Mr. Bye has seen almost everything there is to see in the car business. But as he turned the corner into my alley, he was greeted by a new first: the nose of a $180,000 high-performance car projecting halfway into the lane, with a shattered garage door draped over it like a curtain.
Mr. Bye quietly surveyed the scene for a minute. Then he walked over to my son. “Stuff happens,” he said. “We’re glad you’re okay. This is only a car. You don’t need a lecture. You already know.”

Porsche 911 the ultimate everyday supercar

Click here to read Jeremy Cato’s recent review of the Porsche 911 Turbo. His remained unscathed, and was returned intact.

Now Mr. Bye and I were both on our cellphones. He was talking to Porsche’s insurance company. I was trying to find someone who could get the garage door off the Turbo and get my garage closed up for the night – it was filled with mechanic’s tools and my homebuilt airplane project. If we left it open, we’d be picked clean by the morning.
I found three companies that advertised 24-7 emergency service. That was a joke – none of them could come within the next two days. Then I remembered my contractor, Marty Edge. Six years ago, he rebuilt my house. Now he works full time for David Thomson (yes, the one you’re thinking of) on his properties around the world.
Luckily, Marty was in Toronto. An hour later, he was at my garage, along with a door expert named Frank Dyer. The cavalry had arrived. I was starting to feel a little better. Frank used the remains of our ruined door to close up the opening. Will had never used power tools before, but Frank put him to work driving screws.
As the dust settled, my wife and I confronted the parenting issues that attended the disaster. What was the appropriate punishment for a boy who trashes a car worth $180,000? Friends were flooding us with stories of costly child screw-ups – like the son who flushed an action figure down a toilet, creating a deluge that caused more than $100,000 damage to their house. A colleague told me how she damaged her parent’s brand-new van – she got distracted and rear-ended a truck filled with huge stones (driven by two women who were starting a rock garden project.)
I recalled a childhood friend who rolled a bowling ball off a garage roof (it seemed like a good idea at the time) only to have it land on his father’s newly restored Porsche 356. Another had totalled the family Mercedes by taking it out of gear and pulling off the handbrake – he jumped out as the car began to roll, and watched helplessly as it headed down their steeply sloped driveway, across the street, and into a ravine.

Peter Cheney test drives a Smart car 

Will’s ride through the door was getting around. I got an e-mail from a partner in a Bay St. communications firm: “Congratulations on your son’s Ferris Bueller moment,” it read. “ It’s all over town. There must be just a touch of parental pride that he has the sense of adventure, the stones, and the good taste to give it a try. That will be a wedding day story. Hope you got photos.”
Ferris Bueller had crossed my mind. There were some obvious parallels to the movie. Like Ferris, my son is a spirited, upbeat boy who loves a good time. And, also like Ferris, his coming-of-age story featured the ruination of an extremely valuable car. He had taken a four-foot, 500 horsepower ride to manhood.
We had a hard call to make. Would it be grounding for life? Let it go? Something in between? Will was a teenage boy. One of the world’s hottest cars had been sitting in our garage, calling to him like the sirens of Homer’s Odyssey. He had a friend to show off for. Will had taken the key, intending to turn on the stereo and navigation system, only to inadvertently fire up an engine that could launch the car to 100 km/h in just over three seconds. He didn’t know how to drive a standard. The outcome had been written in bent metal.
A lawyer friend who has known Will since he was 11 called me at the office. He was laughing so hard that he cried. In his view, Will had made a standard teenage mistake that happened to involve an expensive car. “He’s a great kid,” he said. “Give him a break.”
As I saw it, raising our boy was a lot like training a horse. I didn’t want to break his spirit and turn him into a pit pony. Neither did I want him to become El Diablo. I hoped he would end up as Secretariat – a disciplined champion.
My wife and I decided that Will would have to repay our insurance deductibles and discount losses by getting a summer job. The total would be about $750. Porsche’s deductible on the car was $10,000. I offered to pay it. Mr. Bye said no.
via theglobeandmail.com

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Posted by on May 26, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

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Royal Falcon Fire 28 by PORSCHE DESIGN STUDIO

 
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Posted by on May 26, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

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PORSCHE DESIGN – Schmittenhöhebahn Aerial Tramway Cabins Get Porsche Looks – Zell am See, Austria

cable cars for the schmittenhhebahn

Schmittenhöhebahn has a long history of more than four decades to carry millions of visitors in summers and winters from Zell am See, Austria, to Schmittenhöhe. But finally it’s a time to replace its two old red cabins with the latest generation of new cable cars. For that purpose, they partnered with Porsche Design Studio to develop the specifications for the fifth generation of Schmitten aerial tramway cabins thus giving the red cabins new Porsche looks. The cable cars make a captivating impression with their compelling combination of design and function. Two new cabins with the h/b/l: 270/270/430-510 cm dimensions and increased capacity of 45 persons per cabin; 30 persons with bar installed can travel to Schmittenhöhe (2000 meters above sea-level) in just eight minutes.

The other design specifications include a strong focus on safety and a comfortable ride, full-length glazing, extra-wide doors and the latest safety features. And for those fun loving people, one of the cabins has a mobile bar and high-end multimedia system installed so that it can be used for private parties and company events.

cable cars for the schmittenhhebahn
cable cars for the schmittenhhebahn

Via: Porsche-design / Isr544004

 
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Posted by on May 26, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

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Exotic Supercars San Francisco Bay Area – Hwy 92, San Mateo Bridge,cruising the Northern California Backroads

 
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Posted by on May 8, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

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Porsche Cayenne and Porsche 911 Turbo driving on Icelandic glacier

http://www.youtube.com/v/myJvy_o0rrg&hl=en&fs=1

Porsche Cayenne and Porsche 911 Turbo driving on Icelandic glacier. This is probably a world record and one of the most interesting footage of what Porsche is capable of doing. The conditions were excellent to perform such a stunt but with combination’s of world class driver with decades of experience this was completed successfully. The driver a stunt man is Benedikt Eyjolfsson the owner of Porsche importer in Iceland along with other driving experts.

 
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Posted by on May 5, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

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