The engineers knew exactly what their objective was: to make the new 911 GT2 RS the most powerful Porsche for the road.

Objective achieved. The water-cooled six-cylinder bi-turbo Boxer engine with four-valve technology, variable turbine geometry (VTG) and VarioCam Plus delivers its power through the rear axle. From a displacement of 3,600 cm3, it generates an enormous 456 kW (620 hp) at an engine speed of 6,500 rpm. The maximum torque of 700 Nm is available from 2,250 rpm. From 0 to 100 km/h (62 mph) takes just 3.5 seconds.

To 200 km/h (124 mph) only 9.8 seconds, and to 300 km/h (186 mph) just 28.9 seconds. Maximum boost pressure is not reached until a speed of 330 km/h (205 mph). The weight-to-power ratio that is essential for this kind of performance is just 2.21 kg/hp. A consistent supply of oil to the engine – even at high cornering speeds – is achieved using a dry sump lubrication system with a separate engine oil reservoir. The oil is cooled by an oil-water heat exchanger.

I took the crucifix off my wall and threw it in a drawer along with my rosary. After a completely sleepless night, I'm walking around in a daze feeling as though I've been kicked in the gut. God has completely abandoned me and prayer feels like a useless charade. I loved being Catholic, but now I just feel foolish speaking to the walls when no one is listening.
I'm not looking for pity or consolation. I just needed to get this off my chest.

Yesterday, I was informed that a company that was considering hiring me has decided to pass on me. This makes a year out of work and my last real employment option is now officially gone. I, and members of my family, devoted so much prayer to this job. The past three years have been one crushing defeat after another. Now, in my early 40's, I'm single, have no friends and no job. Despite the adversity, I had been immensely optimistic and positive, but I am now truly at the end of my rope. I can't face the prospect of a life devoid of any happiness whatsoever. This job was the last string that I was clinging to.

The past three years have been a slow descent of ever increasing pain for me and my family. Every possible thing that could go wrong has gone wrong. We are a very faithful Catholic family and prayer (particularly to St. Anthony) has been a staple of our lives. I certainly understand that things could be worse and that many people do go through worse circumstances. But just because someone is in greater pain, does not make mine hurt any less.