A fitting eulogy to a car still in service, but retired from my employ. I pass the reign of the RS onto the next person.
Biting the bullet and I’ll regret it NO DOUBT, but the car wants a new home. My GT3RS is for sale.
Stay out of trouble and trouble won’t find you. Of course, that mantra is not part of my vocabulary, instead I look at ways of blowing an additional £30k.
I ponder the options and alternatives of a world without the sanctimonious delirium of Porsche GT3RS ownership. I am pleasantly greeted by a number of choices.
Can’t think of anything witty or catchy to put here.