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The Porsche Cayman has been lauded since its introduction for its connected handling, communicative steering and sonorous, flat-six engine. There’s a certain intangible “rightness” I feel when I drive one, like the engineers over in Weissach knew exactly what matters to me as a driver and built a car to meet those needs. It’s a feeling few other cars have ever provided, including even the Cayman’s sister, the Boxster. Short of the stripped-out Spyder variant, the fabric-topped version of Porsche’s mid-engined twins has never quite grabbed me where it matters. That feeling of rightness proved so strong that a few years ago, I threw caution and financial savvy to the wind and picked up an Atlas Gray three-year-old CPO Cayman S of my very own.