Apr, 06_2026 / Patryk Kościelniak / 2 min read

Pinterest 911

You might hate me for this. I might even hate myself for saying it out loud. But, yeah, fuck it.

Beautifully spec'd cars are everywhere now, flooding feeds, timelines, and conversations. Perfect builds. Perfect lighting. Perfect colors. Singers, restomods, safari tributes, club racers dressed in carefully curated palettes, muted olives, washed out beiges, coffee tones that feel more like lifestyle branding than automotive passion. Every detail feels intentional, yet somehow identical. Pepita patterns on merch, matching watches, curated jackets, badges sourced from the same online stores. Individuality, mass produced.

Do we really need all of this?

Do we need to follow trends so closely just to justify owning a car that, at its core, was always about something much simpler, raw, analog, imperfect driving pleasure? When did the experience become secondary to the aesthetic?

White Porsche 996.2 distant on track behind red and white barriers at dusk — Somewhere between the barriers and the sunset. No curated palette, just a track day

Do we need to cut down a tree, strap it to the roof, and crawl sideways through snow at five miles per hour just to recreate a moment that looks good online and look like everybody else? Do you really need to flex with the car instead of hooning it on a track? Or take a trip with your woman, daughter, or son? Is flexing more important than using it how it was made for? We bitch about electric vehicles, but we use petrol ones, classics, like they were EVs. Slow, from point A to point B. No big trips, no sleeping under a tent and staring at the starry sky.

White Porsche 996.2 coming through a corner on track with motion blur at sunset — Use it how it was made for

Raw sound and original. Nothing else needed

Recently, my friend brought to a track, while we were testing an Audi, a white 996.2. Simple as you know what. Raw sound and original. It does not mean I am into VIN correctness. I am not. I am into not overdoing 911s. Not making them a statement, which they are going to be anyway. I am into having a pleasure, a selfish one, to be with the car one to one. Simple.

White Porsche 996.2 front three-quarter on track with grandstand and barriers behind

White Porsche 996.2 rear three-quarter rolling shot with barriers in background at dusk

A selfish pleasure. One to one with the car

White Porsche 996.2 rear view pulling away on track at sunset with cobblestone run-off — The only spec that matters is the one you actually drive

Another machine I bumped into was another G-series. Simple, plain, clean, and beautiful. Lowered to meet the tarmac, basic Fuchs, tartan sport seats, and that is it. No more. Stand out with no standing out, lay low, and use the road like in the 80s they did. Love yourself and not ask to be loved.

Close-up of tartan sport seat in white Porsche 911 G-series through open door

Interior of white Porsche 911 G-series showing tartan sport seats and thin steering wheel — Tartan seats, thin wheel, nothing to prove

White Porsche 911 G-series Carrera 3.0 front three-quarter view with black Fuchs wheels at dusk — Lowered, Fuchs, done. Use the road like in the 80s they did