[djmcmath]

It's the artistic curve of the rear quarter panels that catch you when you come into the garage.

It's the sound of the door going shut, that firm "I'm well built" that reassures you of the high quality engineering.

It's the immediate rumble of air-cooled happiness at your back, settling neatly into a clean burble, sounding for all the world like a purring Yeti.

It's the looks from passers-by, the impossible handling, the balance, the finesse, the joy of working on a well-engineered car, the roar of contentment from behind when you unleash the engine towards redline, the communicative feel from the steering as you confidently cut the corners.

And even if you can't pinpoint those things, there is certain knowledge when driving a Porsche that there is no other car quite like yours.