Biowidge. I’ve been happy with people calling me that for 10 years now. Because for that long, it’s been the…
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.