
I’m a huge car nerd. Not a nerd for huge cars, you know, I like cars a lot and could (and would) bore you to tears with the minutia of car details. To be clear, I like particular cars and particular kinds of cars and to go into detail would be boring (see above) but suffice it to say, I like interesting performance cars.
“Ah” you say, I like sports cars. Well, yes and no. What I consider a sports car has more to do with actual performance than pure horsepower, torque, 0-60 times or lateral Gs. I’m about aesthetic and dynamics. Two cars that you might not think go together are the Miata and the Elise. Both cars with a decent set of tires will tear up a track* (road course, not those silly ovals) better than your off-the-shelf fakers like the Mustang GT. Sure, it sounds like a fast car, and at a red light it will make smoke and noise, but it’s not a sports car. In fact, it’s name gives you a hint about what it’s actually about, it’s a GT (Grand Tourer) but without any of the Grand or Touring part. A real GT would be an Audi S5, Mercedes CLK63 and possibly an M6. And yes I do like those although the M6 has lost the plot between the silly BMW design language and it’s massive weight.
When it comes down to what I think a real sports car is, I’ll always point to the 911 with some love for the M3, Ferrari F430 as well as the VW R32 which is fast as stink. So, yes, I’m a bit all over the place and I could go on and on.
But, since this is a passion of mine, I’ll go into the weeds even more. When it comes to owning a sports car you can fall into a number of areas. Most people just buy the car for status or that they actually know a little about the car but that’s it. They just drive it around. Groceries and all* (I lug groceries in my car…). Then there are the enthusiasts who will modify the car a bit and get a little sideways on the weekends. Moving into more serious territory you get people who actually race their cars and attend track days and DE events. These people know off hand their tire pressures (for each tire) as well as treadwear ratings, spring rates, sway bar thickness and surely, wheel horsepower since they just dyno’d the car.
That’s me and I got there like most people do, a little at a time. You do get to a point where your daily driver starts to complain a bit and you feel bad beating up on it over a good season of autocrosses, DEs and track days. You also have to drive this car to work so your eyes wander a bit “I should have a car just for this stuff”. See, you can’t call it a race car because then you have to be that guy (or girl) who wants their own race car which could come off as silly. But it’s not.
The rub is, you tend to want a race car that is of the marque you like so in my case, a Porsche 911 race car, and yes, I feel silly saying to people that I want to keep my car in good nick so I’m getting another one to play with. But it’s true. I do need another one. And a trailer to carry it. And a truck to pull it. Oh lord, this is starting to sound expensive. Oh, wait, it is.
Still, I can dream, and plan, and dream some more. But I will, in the not too too too distant future have a 911 race car. That doesn’t stop me from shopping. The problem is, I love all race cars* (road race cars, not that silly NASCAR stuff) so I get all misty when i see one on sale. But every once in a while someone has one for sale that when you see it, it’s lust. A scary, maniacal, tortured lust that is the most depraved of coveting. Today I felt that.
This particular 963 is a Carrera 4, built in Weissach as an RS. Porsche does not use the RS name lightly. If it’s an RS, it’s a proper track car and this is a special, rare, proper race car in stunning condition and pretty much ready to drop off trackside. I think it needs a set of R-compounds…
Some people dream of Lamborghini Gallardos, Bentleys, even Ferraris. I dream of 15 year old 911s with stripped interiors. The funny thing is, I couldn’t leave this in the garage and only take it out for track time. I’d throw some street tires on it and take it grocery shopping.