BOTB News reporter Tim Oldland experiences picking up a brand new Porsche 911…

If you’re one of the people who enter our Supercar Competition, you probably sit there every month waiting for the phone call from Will Hindmarch to tell you that you’ve won.

Well if you did, what exactly would happen? Obviously initially there would be lots of excitement, shouting, drink with bubbles in it and a little more shouting, but after that you have some choices to make. Let’s say you win this January’s competition with a Category 2 ticket. That gives you the choice of an Audi R8 V8, Nissan GT-R (+£10k), Aston V8 Vantage, Range Rover Vogue (+£10k), Maserati Granturismo S, Jaguar XJ SuperSport or the new kid on the block – the new Porsche 911 Carrera S.

The reviews have been incredible, it’s the newest car, has 400bhp, looks to die for and handling to better most cars out there. If it were me, I’d pick the Porsche, so I (virtually) did.

After a bit of chatting with BOTB, some paperwork and an agonising wait, you get the phone call from the Porsche dealer to tell you that your Porsche has arrived. Yes, YOUR Porsche. YOUR £90,000 Porsche is sitting at the dealership, ready for you to collect for free. Nothing except the money you spent on your ticket. You even get your first year’s insurance paid for.

So I arrive at the Porsche dealership like an excited schoolboy. I know the 911 isn’t really mine but it doesn’t make it any less exciting. I’m greeted by the receptionist and led to a very fancy waiting area and given a very tasty coffee from a Porsche Design branded coffee machine while I take in the assorted exotica around me. My attention should be drawn to the three Cayman R’s and the 911 GT3 RS near me, but out of the corner of my eye I can see a car covered by a Porsche car cover.

Some paperwork is signed, then the salesman casually hands me the gorgeous shapely key for my new 911 Carrera S, and it’s mine. We walk over to the car and he starts to pull the sheet back, revealing the nose of the car you’ve only read about in magazines. Further it peels back, exposing the bodywork, flowing over the lines of the car until it’s finally revealed in all its glory.

Nothing prepares you for the drama and excitement of seeing your own car revealed in such a manner, it genuinely takes your breath away. The salesman gets in and manoeuvres the car out of the showroom (wouldn’t want to scratch it with 12 miles on the clock!) and then there it is in the car park.

My 911, sitting there gleaming in the, well, freezing cold raining British winter, but it matters not one bit. Open the door, take in the smell of new leather covering every surface, the exquisite design and then slide down into the seat. Take in the controls, set the mirrors. Shut the door.

Slide the key in the ignition, foot on the brake, turn the key and that 3.8 litre flat six erupts into life with a blare of revs. Nothing ahead but you, your 911 and the open road…

There are more images of the pickup in our Gallery:

And for anyone who wants to see the 911, it’s currently on display in Gatwick Airport. Why not enter the Competition while you’re there…

For a chance to win your very own Supercar…or a Luxury Holiday, Watch or Bundle of Gadgets, enter here

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