2025 Porsche 911 GT3 Touring Test: High Impact
I knew something was wrong with the car when I took the first kick
To be honest, I was a little disdainful when I first got the key-it's just a GT3 without a tail fin, how much difference could it make? Then I sat in the driver's seat, pressed the start button, and the 4.0-liter horizontally opposed six-cylinder engine woke up. At that moment, my whole person was numb. It was not an exaggeration, it really started to numb from the spine. This voice is not like any ordinary 911. It is wilder and purer, with an almost unreasonable sonorous and tearing feeling. I giggled in the car for half a minute without even putting in gear.
Appearance: A low-key and violent aesthetic
The Touring version removes the huge swan-neck tail fin and replaces it with a very elegant duckling tail. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary Carrera, but as long as you squat down a little, you can see the crazy aerodynamic details-the front lip is deep enough to shovel the ground, the wheel arch is as wide as two oxen, and the side skirt The lines are as sharp as a scalpel. When I was driving to the gas station, an uncle driving golf passed by without looking up. Then I clicked the gas slightly at the red light, and the back of his head almost hit the passenger window. This car is the kind of wolf in sheep's clothing, or the kind of wolf with genetic mutation.
Interior: Sorry, this is the real cockpit
When you open the door, you can see Alcantara and carbon fiber, and of course the iconic manual transmission lever-yes, you can also buy a manual transmission, and it is six-speed. The seat is a bucket chair that balances hard core and comfort into an almost perverted manner. It is not like sitting on a concrete floor like some supercars, nor is it as soft and unsupported as a luxury car. The steering wheel feels excellent and does not have any sense of discord with electronic assistance. My favorite is the tachometer. The red zone of the mechanical pointer starts at 9000 revolutions. Every time it approaches the red line, it seems to call for indulgence. The screen in the central control is not big, but CarPlay responds like lightning. I like this "enough" attitude so much.
How does it feel to drive it? Sorry, I couldn't find a better word than "psychic"
The steering direction of this car is the most direct and communicative of any car I have ever driven. The establishment of damping is extremely linear, and it gives as much as you hit it, without any virtual position or delay. The chassis is the kind of setting that makes you doubt life, but it's not stupid-it absorbs those sharp bumps and only sends necessary road information to your butt. In high-speed corners, the body posture is as flat as if it is sliding on a track, and the grip of the four wheels is so deep that it cannot be reached. I have tried to hit corners continuously on a mountain road. Every time I left a corner to supply oil, the 4.0-liter engine would scream like someone had stabbed you and eject you out. The shifting feel of manual transmission is firm and smooth. Inhaling, docking and pushing is like completing some kind of ritual.
Sound: The 9000-turn symphony is worth listening to for ten minutes of your life
I have to talk about this voice alone. Nowadays, all cars are making simulated sound waves of exhaust, but this broken car is not-it is a real mechanical symphony. When idling, it is low and rough, like a bear snoring. After 4000 revolutions, there begins to be a screen-like tremor, then at 6000 it turns into a metal tearing sound, and then above 8000 revolutions, it is pure F1 racing car roar (if the displacement difference is not taken into account). I lowered the window and stepped on the oil in the tunnel. The fire crackled like firecrackers. The owner of a Model Y next to me rolled down the window and gave me the middle finger-I thought he was applauding.
Practicality? Don't let the keyboard man fool you, this car can actually live
Perhaps the most counter-intuitive thing is that GT3 Touring is really suitable for daily life. Although the trunk is not large, it is big enough to hold a boarding box and several shopping bags. You can also put something in the front trunk. The chassis lift feature keeps it from scraping in front of the speed bump (but you still have to be careful). Seat heating, stereo, and air conditioning are all working normally, and the view is much better than most supercars. I even drove it to the vegetable market and returned with three watermelons and a box of beer. Of course, stepping on the clutch with your left foot in traffic can hurt, but isn't that part of the fun of driving? If you want complete manual transmission comfort, buy a Corolla Hybrid.
Finally, something I shouldn't say: It's more suitable for humans than the GT3RS
Many people think Touring is a "castrated version", but the opposite is true. The GT3RS puts everything on track lap times. The suspension is as hard as a truck. The tires cannot be driven until they heat up. Daily driving is a punishment. Touring retained the essence of the GT3's engine, chassis, and gearbox, but only removed the visually overly aggressive tail fin and adjusted the tolerance of the suspension. The result is that you can drive it to and from work every day, and you can crush those supercars on the track on weekends. This kind of greed of "taking and giving everything back" is its real charm. The 2025 model has optimized the air intake system, the throttle response is even more explosive, the gear ratio of the manual transmission has also been re-adjusted, and it is commonplace to pull the second gear to 120km/h. The impact of this car was not the one-off one, but the long, toxic climax that made me fall in love with it again every time I got on the bus.
Score? Out of five stars, I give it five and a half stars
The remaining half star is because I am reluctant to return it. If you are hesitant to buy this car, don't hesitate and go for a test drive. If you can't afford it, go and drive it in your dream. 2025 Porsche 911 GT3 Touring is not a financial product or a social business card. It is the purest and most touching cry in this twilight era of internal combustion engines.
