Sky High

We unleash Stuttgart's muscled-up new gt3 in the driving nirvana that is the Victorian high country.

- Dylan Campbell​​​​​​​​​

SITTING PRETTY by the side of the road, the Miami Blue Porsche 911 GT3 quietly ticks as its metal components cool. A persistent wind sweeps across a barren, almost treeless landscape, which looks more like somewhere north of England than the sunburnt country. There’s not a human structure for miles and we haven’t seen another car in what feels like hours. Falls Creek in the Victorian High Country, at sunset, in summer, is an isolated, empty place.

If I was a smoker, I’d have a dart between my trembling fingers right now, trying to shield the lighter from the wind, squinting into the setting sun. I’d just experienced the explosive new 4.0litre engine in the 991.2 911 GT3 in all its 9000rpm fury, but also the punishing lateral grip from the super-soft Dunlops, the PDK so responsive it’s like it’s spliced directly into your brain, the flatsix howl loud like a Carrera Cup car.

This part of Australia is nirvana for driving roads. Hundreds of kilometres of undulating, twisting bitumen stretch across a unique Australian alpine landscape, as if thrown over the mountains in giant strings, forming into roads as they fell. You’ll lose 30 minutes of your life the first time you find this area on Google Maps.

If you could take one car, you surely wouldn’t shirk at the updated 991.2 GT3 – a car that does strange things to the soul. Built for drivers, the GT3 continues to evolve. And improve.