D riving fast on a racetrack looks easy on a screen. The cars follow the same lines along the asphalt, braking for curves, accelerating onto the straights. When nobody overtakes, it becomes predictable. Boring, even. There’s more excitement when the camera switches to inside the cabin, where you watch the car in front and see its wheels and get a sense of the speed of the race. After all, everything’s happening at two or three times the pace of every- day driving, maybe much more, and there’s danger involved. You’re rooting for the driver, urging the car faster. And then there’s actually being in the car, on the track, with the controls at your hands and feet and the feel of the speed rushing through your body.
The hard acceleration. The much harder braking. The g-force pressing inside your stomach as the car churns through the bend and into the next corner. There’s the thrill of succeeding and the always-present threat of pushing just that bit too far beyond the edge into disaster. Racing has been called a symphony of violence, and few production cars handle it better than the Porsche 911 GT3 RS. The new model – the seventh since the no-compro- mise GT3 RS racing line was introduced 20 years ago – has new camshafts that make it slightly more powerful than before, but its true forte is in the astonishing aerodynamics that keep it glued to the asphalt, fighting those g-forces that try to throw it from its course.
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