All night I dream a Porsche All night I dream a Porsche, the ultimate car. I have a huge shed for this dream and a modest library of ten thousand volumes, arranged, for this dream. I have gleaming tools galore and a database of projects so vast it forms a cloud of ones and zeros that could shade the great stony desert and bring about climate change. My wife has started to look like a set of possible body panels with flairs for fat tyres and scoops for rushes of cooling air and bumps and bulges in right places and…