The GT2 RS is a 911 like no other.
It has a more distinct character than many of the increasingly thinly differentiated 911 derivatives and plays to an audience that appreciates rapacious hot-rod character above everything else. It has a spectacular turn of straight-line speed and the usual abundance of dynamic charm.
If you were out to make a case that it was the ultimate road-going GT derivative yet offered by Porsche, though, you’d struggle. A GT3 has a more delicate blend of grip, balance, power and adjustability; works better on the road; and has an engine that, despite its relative on-paper deficits, you’d simply treasure for longer.
Considering the GT2 RS’s narrow failure to match the outright accelerative pace of its £200k rivals, it earns more qualified praise than many might imagine it ought to be worth. It is snorting, tyre-smoking proof – however glorious – that the 911 strays narrowly out of its depth when it tries to beat hardcore mid-engined supercars at their own game.
Thankfully for Porsche, supercar baiting is something a 911 GT3 does slightly better.