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Twin-turbo V6, eight-speed precision — the Panamera treats the autobahn and the boardroom as the same job
The A81 south of Stuttgart runs flat and fast into the Swabian hills, the kind of road where a Panamera earns its badge before the first exit. Traffic thins. The V6 wakes. 2.9 litres, twin-turbocharged, paired to an eight-speed automatic that shifts before you'd think to ask for it. Sixty arrives in around 4.6 seconds — quick, never showy, never announced with drama it doesn't need.
Through the sweepers past Kirchheim, the chassis holds its line, air suspension reading the tarmac and correcting mid-corner without fuss.
Back in the city an hour later, the same car idles through Stuttgart's grid unbothered — cabin hushed, seats supportive rather than demanding, nothing left over from the road behind it. That's the trick. Boardroom composure in the morning, back-road capability by evening, delivered by the same engine, the same gearbox, the same four doors. Rear-seat space rivals a proper executive saloon. The boot takes two sets of golf clubs or a week away without complaint.
Nothing about the Panamera oversells itself. It just executes — the merge, the corner, the arrival at a hotel entrance where it looks exactly as composed as it did leaving the autobahn. Precision engineering doing precisely what it was built to do, twice a day, without raising its voice.