When you’re the director of what’s widely regarded as the custodian of British motorsport’s bloodline and heritage, you’d better have a ride to match. This isn’t just any club; it’s an institution so exclusive that full membership is reserved for those who’ve achieved top-level national or international success over multiple seasons. With motorsport royalty like David Coulthard, Martin Brundle, Damon Hill, Nigel Mansell, and the Flying Scot himself, Jackie Stewart, among your peers, your wheels ought to speak the same language.

I had just finished visiting the Silverstone Museum, walking to the trackside Hilton to try and blag myself access to the rooftop bar overlooking Hamilton Straight and the pits. Long story short, it worked. Confidence takes you a long way, folks. En-route, this 992 GT3 Touring came from the inner track, cutting past me as I waited to cross the road. I was too slow to whip out my iPhone to grab a picture. But then, it turned into the museum carpark.

I followed. You see, I have a soft spot for the GT3 Touring. We all know the 911 is the definitive kingpin Porsche, but this takes things up a notch. A GT3 engine, but without the GT3 dramatics per se. This one was finished in what looked like Arctic Grey (correct me if I’m wrong), sitting on 10-spoke silver rims wrapped in Michelin Pilot Sport Cup 2s. A rather tasteful spec, one I wouldn’t mind having myself. It looked understated, with the only real hint of aggression coming from the red brake callipers. Not the carbon ceramics, mind you, a bold, perhaps even practical choice for the avid racer.

Maybe they don’t take it on track. Maybe it’s the daily. A machine for spirited commutes from a leafy Cotswold village to the inner track clubhouse, slicing up the A43, past the F1 factories they perhaps once called home. There’s something poetic about that, trading downforce for discretion, but never losing the connection to the sport. Just a BRDC sticker on the windscreen, a flat-six under your right foot, and a Paddock Pass every July.