With Porsche's Transcendent New 911 Gt3, You Won't Need Any Damn Luck

Three editors. Three highly anticipated supercars. One week of spectacular driving. Damn right they should feel lucky.

- Josh Jacquot

The true genius of Porsche’s new GT3, the second coming of the model on the 991 platform, is that even a master will never fully exploit it. That’s the trait that defines the GT3, not just among Porsches but among the world’s best drivers’ cars. As a result, it is endowed with a power to fascinate found almost nowhere else. No matter how hard it’s pushed, there’s still wizardry in its response, still delicacy in its feedback, still joy in its boundless ability. This is a machine whetted to a bayonet point on the mill of necessity. It is noise and feel and heat and speed wrapped in a physically absurd package, all in the pursuit of efficient corner circuitry.

The case it makes is this: When all of a driver’s aggression is unloaded into its controls, it doesn’t balk. It doesn’t seek mechanical mercy. There is no pleading acknowledgment that, from its perspective, driving with purpose differs from driving for pleasure. What the GT3 does, when much is asked of it, is simply go faster. That is where its magic lies.

It goes faster, and then, like a defiant teenager or Sir William Wallace himself, it doubles down, betting that what it can endure exceeds what you can supply. And that is a profoundly fantastic thing to have a sports car do. So here, in Spain, on roads that feel purpose-built for its abilities, I’m easily the luckiest guy in this group. Make no mistake, this latest GT3, though not as exotic or as powerful as the supercars on the adjacent pages, is an awful lot of car.