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.
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.
We take two GTR’s and two GT3RS’s across Europe to visit both the Nurburgring and Spa. All in the name of research, of course.
By way of a semi apology, I try to justify my absence with a digest of the past three weeks.
A disappointing day at Oulton Park, ends on a high note after an easy, albeit expensive, modification to a key component.
The wettest track day ever, combined with a rear engined, rear wheel drive car on Michelin Pilot Sport Cups = many 50 pence, 5 pence moments. Still doesn’t detract from the sheer awesomeness of the GT3RS.
The Green RS springs on me familiar feelings of comfort through competence and excellence.
Snow owns the shit out of me.
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