In 1975, Porsche didn’t just add a turbo to the 911 — it forged a wild beast.
The 930 is the exact moment when the word Turbo stops being a technology and becomes an emblem, an aura, a warning. With its widened fenders, its guillotine-like rear wing, and its torque ready to catapult you out of time, it doesn’t try to charm — it aims to dominate.

Behind the wheel, every acceleration is a detonation, a surge that hits all at once, without mercy, like physics delivering a slap. The 930 isn’t a civilized 911. It’s the 911 that tasted power and refused to go back.

Not a manufactured myth. A myth seized, conquered, often feared.
The 930 embodies the moment Porsche turned the road into a hunting ground and turbocharging into a mechanical religion. And from that point on, the automotive world would never breathe the same way again.