The choice of weapon often determines the outcome of a battle. I recently bumped into my dear friend and true gentleman Mario Guerreiro, the VP of Marketing for Volkswagen worldwide. I casually mentioned my ambition to race all the great races and told him about the cars I was considering for the challenge. His advice to me was "there is only one car for 'dis mission my friend. It is a Porsche. It is the true car of a gentleman, and it will be very reliable."
I'm not sure why I have so much respect for this man. I think it has something to do with his fine posture - some say the finest in the industry - and his handshake, but I decided that if this journey is to be a success, I should never question the advice of a good man.
I have decided that the Porsche is a very smart and classic choice I doubt I will regret.
As a child my grandmother always had the latest Porsche, and she used to come pick me up from school in it. She was a feisty and stylish European woman that would, on occasion, squeel the tires as we took leave of the school's parking area.
Later, at the age of 17, before I had qualified for a driving license - a friend and I bought an almost new 1986 Targa from the owner of an erotic video store in the German Alps. Within four minutes of taking the wheel of the car for the first time, I was driving it flat out down the autobahn. This car has always inspired confidence and pride in me.