2009 was an interesting time for the 911. I was searching for a fun autocross car, and had been mostly shopping cars in the $10k range like E36 M3s and Mazda RX8s. A marketing anomaly known as Rich-People-Must-Have-the-Newest-911 meant that the outgoing 996 body style, made from 1999-2005, was now as valuable as a well-optioned Camry. The 997 was in, and gosh-darn-it it had those proper round headlights like the 993. And in 2009, that was apparently all anyone cared about.
Some poor bastard bought my 911 in 2004 for $98,000. It was a very special 911- not quite a GT3 but close. It was a 40th Anniversary Edition. Limited to only 1963 units (the year the 911 was first released), each "40 Jahre" car had a plaque on the console letting you know which number it was. I say poor because I'm sure he did not enjoy the X51 package (standard engine upgrade on the 40th, but a $17k option on regular 996s), the Limited Slip Differential (available only on the 40th and on some 1999 models with the smaller 3.4L engine), nor the club sport suspension as much as I have. I know this because he traded it in, along with its very sought-after matching luggage set, to a Mercedes dealer who sold it to me for a song. I still haven't forgiven those Mercedes bastards for swiping the luggage set. The car was low miles, mint condition, and besides breaking a pressure plate, it's needed only preventative maintenance.
I've upgraded it with Koni yellows and a GMG world challenge swaybar. I also deleted the mufflers to save weight and to upset the sound people at national autocross events, because it comes within tenths of a decibel of the sound limit.
This is not a car that you get in and drive; this is a car that you strap into and wear like a damned jetpack. No other car has ever felt so liberating as this one does.