Porsche is one of those marques about which I feel ambivalence. Unless the six numbers click into place on the National Lottery, I am never likely to go out shopping for one. The lottery, like a second marriage, is a triumph of hope over experience, but we all have our dreams and every enthusiast has a wish list. Somehow, Porsche has never registered on mine. Here I speak of fantasy and wish-fulfillment and why not? That is the whole point…
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