[s-cars] RE: Porsche purchase made / beatings commenced

[Krasusky Paul (WQQ2PXK)]

Final chapter for you folks (or just the beginning?).  Read if you're
bored and / or a total dork:

My buddy picked me up downtown here last night in 'it'.  He turns the
corner and I see the lowest slung silver demon bearing down on me as I
wait curbside.  Yes he made me a veryveryveryveryveryvery VERY proud boy
and went with the GT3.

SCHWING!  Not that the 996tt Cabriolet woulda sucked, at all, but, damn
if the GT3 isn't just a special, special, special car for the history
books.

It starts up with a typical P car 'egg beater' clackety clack then
quickly settles into a notably louder than normal barkety bark brapp
brapp, with more than a subtle hint of fury lying beneath.
Exxxxxxxxcellllent.  We hopped in and went one town over to meet up with
his brother in his Dinan E46 ///M3 and a bud of his, and hit the roads.
To boot...  it was easily the nicest day of the year so far, perfect
near dusk sillyantics.  

The clutch is very heavy and grabby, which was refreshing compared to
the cushy sterile one in the 996tt.  It feels exactly like the Sachs
Sport unit with the Sport Q steel FW that some here have installed (Jim
P's old now Keith M's Avant for example).  First thing you need to make
priority A-NUMBER-ONE is making note of how friggin LOW that front lip
is.  My god is that car SLUNG. 

Throttle response is not sensitive to the grains of sand in the tread of
your sole but to your soul itself, as if the mere muscle fire of your
lower buttock / upper thigh to move your foot unleashes immediate fury.
There is no wait, the punch is NOW! immediate, and the guttural wailing
shrill is undeniable indefinable unbelievable.  Shredding through the
gears of the GT3 is ludi-stupid, the chords it strikes are defyingly
inspirational.  Especially catching rev-matched downshifts...
addictive!  But trying to be mindful of the 4,200 limit for break in (2k
miles per stealer's opinion) was ohsotough.  Esp. that's where the car
really begins to not only deliver it's full stride, but also it's full
cacophonous soundtrack.  79 miles on it when we depart, 145 when we
return.  1,855 to go before I can experience what's reported to be pure
8,200 rpm sublime insanity.  

Regardless, the thing HOOKS UP, hunkers down, and GOES.  That's it.  No
squat, no roll, no nothing but pure instantaneous catapult.  Awesome.
For comparison the 996tt hits you like the punch of a heavyweight, but
with notably softer gloves and is very forgiving.  The GT2 hits you like
a heavyweight... but with no gloves.  The GT3's punch is immediate,
where as the turbo cars have at least 'some' degree of lag delaying the
hit.  

As with the GT2, I'm again CLEARLY reminded of exactly WHY the presence
of double redundant speedos (analog / digital)...  2 reasons:  A) as
your brain reduced to a quivering glob of goo against the rear recesses
of your inner cranium you can barely STRUGGLE the focus to look down for
a millisecond and catch a glimpse of the digital...  the analog is
useless at that point, and, 2) by the time the needle sweeps the 8:00
position on the dial you're already going like 75, where normal analog
speedos would read about 35... the digital nicely quantifies for you
that yes you ARE in fact doing 100 in a 25, which is odd as it feels
like 25 and you can stop like it was 25. 

There's a loop of highways here that all tie into e/o in an splendid
array of long sweeping interchanges, on ramps, off ramps, etc.
(importantly read as:  no place for Johnny L).  We strung all three
interstates together, repeatedly (whoops), the 4 of us each taking turns
in both cars.  Equally stunning to flogging a GT3 is simply being
witness to one being fully exercised before you.  Wow.  That is awe
inspiring in itself, whether it's looking from behind, or seeing it in
your mirror.  As I explored the limits of the E46s also 8,200 new found
redline (software), the GT3 behind me commands my complete attention.
It is slung sooo low it looks sinuously evil and near supercar like in
my rearview.  The red shoulder belts they're wearing can just be seen in
my mirror, basking in the splendor of dusk's sun.  And silver is a
verrry appropriate fitting color on that car, esp. when seen on the
road, evocative of the 550.  From behind, the thing strikes the most
positively evilevil stance, scoff, Wide Body's be DAMNED!  The raking
angle, the stuffed cambered wheels, oh mommamia me likely.  

I piloted it back to sunny Hartford to pick up my pedestrian 145k 10 yr.
old warpig and return to reality.  Your best friend in the universe
buying such a toy is a verrrrry good thing.  Very.  It's been
pre-determined I'll get plenty 'o seat time together with him, likely
some co-driver LRP events whoo hooo.  And further pre-determined that
when and if he 'moves on' down the road a bit, I get the deal of the
century on it.  Seeing as he STOLE the fargin thing (desperate dealer
give away at $95k from $104k sticker), a few years down the road you
never know.  

In the meantime, keep yer eyes out for it during, say, the month of, um,
August.  Or something and stuff and things.  Yes, that's a Beavis-ism...
fittingly, as that is what I was reduced to yesterday...   Beavis on a
sugar overdose...  you will be too.
 
(few lame pics for ya here, link @ bottom of page:
http://www.krasusky.photos.us.com/, also have few 1meg sound bites for
those interested)

-Paul his friends are too good to him K.

ps.  oh ask me about the um TWO cops I innocently cut off that were in
my *very large* blindspot as I merged to exit...  good thing I was going
the speed limit due to traffic / exit ramp.  Ever see CT State Pigs in
stock looking Ford Taurases?  YIKES.