Early mornings are great, especially for us car people: it’s quiet, relaxed, there’s seldom another soul on the road. And because most would rather be tucked tightly in bed at 6:30am on Sunday, it also means only the most dedicated are out to enjoy it. It hasn’t been that long since my last Porsche foray, but once again I headed out at sunrise with the expectation that it would be a strictly Porsche kind of morning, and it was – for the first 20 minutes. But that’s the great thing about these kind of chill events, and it’s one of the reasons I keep coming back to them: one moment you’re engrossed a Porsche world, and then you’re taken to a totally different era and continent when a Model A roadster turns up to steal the show. Not a bad way to start the morning, I’d say.