From what I've seen, these lightweight 911s make incredible race cars.
I'm so envious of you guys who race. I would have to give up eating, or go live in a cardboard box by the side of the road (being fed cold poison, to continue the Monte Python allusion...) to be able to do what you guys do. By the time I can afford it (i.e. when the kids have left, the house is paid off, etc.), there I'll be, at long last, in my shiny race car, shaking my cane out the side window, in my shrill, octogenarian (if I'm lucky to be that young) voice, "Outta my way, Sonny! Let me pass, fer criminey's sake! I'll tan yer hide, ya disrespectful young whippersnapper!" Ah, but it will be soooo much fun...
