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.