Porsche 911s, they say, are simple creatures. However, the whirlpool of decisions I'm facing as the evening wears on, with pressure mounting to get a GT3 build spec to Porsche GB's press office, says otherwise. To doppelkupplungsgetriebe or not? I could rustle up a dissertation on this thorniest of topics alone. And what about the new-for-2026 buckets with the removable headrest padding for better, er, helmet ergonomics? On switchbacks they'll bear-hug you like grandma but their bolsters are kryptonite for my atrophied hip flexors. Is the fire extinguisher a bit vainglorious? And since when do ceramics cost as much as a decent 987?!
They want the final spec by 9am, when it will be fired off to Zuffenhausen and an interminable wait will begin. I over-cogitate everything, start afresh when configurator options don't tessellate and often ponder if I'd be better off requesting no extras at all. Now that would be a real unicorn: a breadline Porsche 911 GT3. But no, they'd never stand for such insolence. On I go through bloodshot eyes. It is, in a great many ways, the perfect night in.
