No R, no RS, nothing pimped, no modified neoclassic eyecatcher or whatever. The Porsche 911 T Targa, because of its five-speed transmission probably a 2.2-liter (1970–1971) here, had been the pure doctrine of the Neunelfer: slim waist, simple Fuchs rims, on the sports seats the pattern of a women’s costume. Nothing is intrusive. What’s not to love?   Â










