My love affair with Porsche has been through some rough patches
over the years. The Cayenne was a serious tiff: Brilliantly engineered
car but not what a Porsche should be. Then the Panamera, and that nearly
finished us off completely.  But always, when I'm considering straying,
Zuffenhausen lobs me a bunch of roses. Usually it's a hot version of
the 911, but this year's sweetener was the Boxster Spyder.

At
first I though the car might be an overpriced tart-up job but when I
read the specs hopes started to rise. Very subtle tweaking; little bit
of weight shaved here, a different bush there and a couple of extra bhp
dialled - the classic Porsche strategy that usually adds up to a lot
more than went into the mix.

I drove one to Le Mans and back
(not during race week) and apart from stupidly ignoring the roof's erect
speed limit, which resulted in what looked like a hurricane damaged
tent lying a few miles behind me on the Autoroute, was a brilliant trip.
The Boxster is a dynamically brilliant car anyway, but these minor mods
turned it into something even more special.