Porsche has recently released the all-new GT2 RS to the public, much to the anticipation of car enthusiasts everywhere. It’s hard to call it just a car because it is a supercar in every sense of the word. Boasting 620 horsepower, 516 pound-feet of torque, and a $250k price tag, there is nothing ordinary about this machine. Combining the raw straightline speed of a GT2/Turbo and the handling prowess of a GT3 RS, the GT2 RS is everything I have ever dreamed of in a car and there are quite a few journalists who would agree with me.
Edmunds Inside Line got their hands on a tester this week that they were able to run through its paces to give a full review. The review is less an automotive critique than it is a description of a love passion between man and machine.
Peep a portion of their review after the jump.
Chris Walton of Inside Line starts off with:
All hell is about to break loose. Flat-foot the throttle and swing the tachometer needle past six. Don’t worry, the engine will settle back to a tick above four with a mellifluous burble. Wait for the boost gauge, which “goes to 11,” to stop climbing. Breathe deeply.
Relax the muscles in your left leg and prepare. Because 25 inches of pre-shaved, heat-cycled, racing-compound (DOT-legal) rubber will struggle to maintain mechanical bonds as it tears at the pavement beneath the rear-engine coupe.
Now, if you’ve kept your wits and backed off the throttle enough to maintain an ideal 6-8 percent slip, the 620-horsepower limited-edition 2011 Porsche 911 GT2 RS will need more practiced attention just 2.4 seconds from now.
If that introduction doesn’t get your heart pumping and your left leg reaching for a clutch pedal, then you definitely don’t have motor oil pumping through your veins and I’m not quite sure why you’re reading this blog post. Walton concludes his review by saying:
OK, so the 2011 Porsche 911 GT2 RS goes, grips, stops and handles like a racecar, so what’s it like to live with? In a word, terrible. It’s a racecar. Getting in and out of those gorgeous rock-solid carbon-fiber seats takes monumental effort and delicacy. You don’t so much sit in the driver seat as fall into it. Even with the two-position dampers in their softer setting, the ride is punishing on anything but fresh asphalt. It’s so low we cringed with each driveway and parking ramp we encountered, and even using the safer diagonal method, it lifts first a front, then a rear wheel completely off the ground.
While this conclusion may seem like an anti-climactic one to what was supposed to be a raving car review (I may have had a hand in hyping up both the car and the review), it is exactly what I would want to hear about a supercar. Supercars are SUPPOSED to be terrible to deal with. I WANT to hear that the the car has so little flex that it lifts wheels off the ground when dealing with uneven pavement. This is a dream car that was born to devour asphalt at a high speed, not handle driveways and parking ramps.