Here's what the Porsche Carrera GT could have looked like
In the late 1990s sketches were being drawn up at Porsche for a mid-engined V10 coupe
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Well, this is rather fun. The sketch above shows what the Porsche Carrera GT could have looked like if it was a tin-topped, V10-engined supercar.
The sketch was shown off in one of Porsche's YouTube videos, with actor Adrien Brody heading to Stuttgart to undertake an internship at the Zuffenhausen factory.
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It's a heartwarming watch if you've got half an hour spare today, or you could skip to the 13-minute mark to see Brody meet Porsche's director of special projects, Grant Larson.
Larson – who joined Porsche as a designer back in 1989 and penned the original 986 Boxster – explains that back in 1999 he was asked by the Carrera GT's project manager to come up with some ideas for a mid-engined V10 supercar. Must have been a fun few days at work after that.
The sketch we're shown clearly takes some inspiration from the 911 GT1 in the roof to rear spoiler section. Looks like there would have been a hefty roof scoop, plus a dramatic ducktail-style spoiler and a giant rear diffuser section. And are those giant portrait exhausts?
We love the Carrera GT, but this coupe could have been quite something. It's not too late, Porsche.
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