RS Porsches are serious cars. They offer laser-focused driving dynamics and stiff suspension; comfort is traded for feedback and track speed. They offer a chassis that razors through corners with prejudice and a sound like hell’s trombone.

The last ever GT2 RS produced is more serious, still. To give you an idea, Porsche took the Turbo S as a base car and gave it an exhaustive diet: they ditched the front axle, saving 50 kg, replaced the bonnet with a carbon fibre one (2kg saved), the roof was made magnesium (1kg), the rear seat was removed (10kg), as well as a lot of sound deadening. They also installed carbon-shell seats, carbon bonnet hinges, and carbon intakes for the throttles and intercooler (dropping 14, 0.8, and 1.4 kilos, respectively). The GT2’s glass, carpet, and wiring harness are lighter, too, and so is its muffler, as it’s made out of titanium. What it lost in weight though, it gained in aero.

If that’s not enough, the car you see here had a further weight (a very costly option) reduction. Bought with the Weissach package, an additional 30kg is saved by swapping the GT2’s standard steel roll cage for a titanium one. It also brings carbon anti-roll bars and end links—in person, these look like spacecraft porn—a roof panel and shift paddles in carbon, magnesium wheels, and even lighter carpet. Plus, the headrests are stitched with outlines of Porsche’s Weissach test track.

So many questions. Should outlandish cars feel outlandish? From an engineering standpoint, is a machine like the 911 a problem to be perfected, simply managed and fundamental quirks left alone? The GT2 hits that rare trick of somehow feeling both ludicrous and entirely ordinary. It’s not the drama bomb of a Ferrari or the atomic-plastic vibe of a Lamborghini. Save the massive wing and a bit of transaxle clatter you almost forget what the car can do.

And that’s why it’s admirable. This last GT2 RS was limited to just 1000 examples (the car in the photos is one of them), but even if Porsche built four times more of them, most people would never see one in person. So tell your children: for a moment, we knew beasts like this. They were monstrous, but not monsters. Fierce but not fearsome. Ridiculous but oddly normal. And if you’re lucky enough and have bought this one, hand them the keys to see for themselves.