I’ve been running around like a headless chicken, jumping from car to car, all in good faith, mind. However, I end up a loner as Porsche do a dirty on me.
GT3 is sold in a frenzied panic of commerce and sensibility, whilst Bdog ponders his decisions over a late mug of coffee during a game of Forza 3
Another super duper day at the wonderful Snetterton, this time in the new GT3. “What are the differences?”, I hear you all ask in a chorus of poetic voice.
Further exposure gives the GT3 more time to shine as I explore some of its further territories, closing in on limits as much as one can on the road. In the name of educating others, of course.
So now I gotta call the car ‘red’ to differentiate between the new and old GT3. Don’t think of it as a name. Anyone who names their car needs mental help. They suck.
First picture of the new GT3 arrives bathed in the sexiest clothes possible for a car.
Porsche responsible for causing mass confusion and hysteria (but seriously, how hot does this look?)
GT3 Mk2 Preview event at Silverstone showed the one and only RHD GT3 in the world, together with a technical breakdown of the new car. Oh and some juicy information about the new GT3 RS.
Really didn’t think colour would be such a difficult choice with the Gen2 GT3. At first, white looked a suitable…
Like a kid in a candy store, I go mental at Porsche speccing the new car.
As details of the new GT3 Mk2 are released globally, Blow Dog suffers cerebral apoplexy as a result of uncontrollable muscle reflexes and child like whooping noises. Timing is a mass conflict of yes and no as it’s a perfect opportunity to upgrade, but then the world has gone to shit.