Porsche 911 Carrera RS

In 2011 the Car was sold to France and in 2012 the Owner started to bring the Car back to its delivery specs and paint it back to Seeblau.

While stripping down the white paint, the original colour of the Donor Body, Hellgelb, could clearly be seen.

After the body was stripped and the Car was painted back in Seeblau, it was shown at Techno Classica in 2014 and won 2nd place for best restoration.

Since that time it is registered in France and only saw a few miles of driving.

The engine Number matches the Vin Number of 9113601095.

This is the rare opportunity for an original 911 RS Leichtbau.

The 1973 Porsche 911 RS: An Automotive Symphony

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If you’re the kind of person who thinks the perfect symphony is more pistons and petrol than piccolos and pianos, let me introduce you to the maestro of the motoring world: the 1973 Porsche 911 RS. It’s the kind of car that would make Beethoven throw his piano out of the window in a fit of Teutonic jealousy.

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Let’s start with the looks, shall we? The 1973 911 RS doesn’t just look like it’s going fast, it looks like it’s breaking the sound barrier even when it’s parked. With its iconic ducktail spoiler, which, let’s face it, looks like something a 13-year-old would draw in his exercise book, it somehow manages to be absolutely ridiculous and absolutely perfect at the same time.

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Underneath the sleek, German-developed body is a 2.7-litre engine. I know what you’re thinking: “2.7 litres? My lawnmower has a bigger engine than that! But that’s not just any engine. This is a Porsche engine. It’s like comparing a finely tuned violin with a banjo. It’s air-cooled, which means it doesn’t so much purr as it emits a mechanical symphony that could bring tears to the eyes of even a hardened biker gang member.

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Driving the 911 RS is like strapping yourself into a very angry, very fast rocket from Stuttgart. The acceleration is not just rapid, it’s like being kicked in the back by an angry horse. And the driving behaviour? It’s as if the car is reading your mind. Or, more precisely, as if it reads your thoughts and then does something that is even better than what you were thinking.