I've just spent the weekend - yes, most of it - driving a Porsche Cayman. I'm gradually coming down from my high, but I'm still pretty convinced it's the best car I've ever driven.

It's nowhere near being the fastest, or the most powerful, or the quickest point-to-point; but it's got to be the sweetest-handling thing I've driven. And, best of all, it's converted me back to manual gearboxes.

I've driven so many cars where the gearbox was clunky, or the throw was too long or too flabby, or the gate was asymmetrical, or the clutch was in the middle of the footwell, that I'd pretty much decided that a good car was an automatic.

And now the Cayman has turned it all on its head.

You've got to hand it to Porsche... when you take it off the gear lever, that is.