I love cars, motorcycles, airplanes, even tractors — anything with wheels and a motor. I don't know why. I did not grow up in a gearhead family or anything close to it. As a 12-year-old kid, I remember sitting in front of our 30-inch black-and-white TV watching automotive events on the Wide World of Sports and trying to draw what I saw.

I got my first motorcycle when I was 14. It was a 75cc, three-speed, Italian bike made by Bianchi. It cost me $75, I paid for it by mowing lawns at $1.50 to $2 a lawn.

As a motorcycle, it wasn't much, especially when compared to my friends' Honda 90s and Yamaha 80s. It had to be push started to get it running, it fouled plugs incessantly, and did not go very fast. But it was mine, and I rode it every chance I got.

Somewhere between high school and college graduation, I discovered Porsches. I think I became really caught up in my infatuation for Porsches when I started subscribing to the weekly car enthusiast publication Autoweek. This coincided with the 917 coming on the scene, and I was hooked.

I fell in love with the Porsche's styling, its mechanicals, the form-follows-function design of the cars, and especially the marque's racing heritage. I was fortunate to grow up during the golden years of racing — first, the Fords and LeMans, followed by Ferraris and then the 917 Porsche. I am still enthralled with that car. I do not believe there has been anything like it before or since.

In my mid-20s I became an unadulterated Porsche fan. Ferraris, Alfas, BMWs and Mercedes just did not hold my attention and generate the passions the Porsche does. My favorites are the air-cooled generation of Porsche cars — all of them.

However, of all the Porsches ever built, the one I truly covet is the Porsche 930 Turbo. It is the personification of what a Porsche means to me. From the bulging fenders to the rear whale tail and of course its turbocharged engine, it veritably screams Porsche.

The 930 Turbo is powerful, fast and sexy, and it epitomizes Porsche. No other Porsche you can drive on the street says it better than the 930. It's what Porsche is all about. There are many wonderful Porsches out there — the 356s, the 911s, the SCs, Carreras, GTs etc., all wonderful cars — but it is the Porsche 930 Turbo I covet.

I will never own one, but in some way, drawing it brings a source of satisfaction. Porsche, in the 930, has taken a 911 and made it into something special — a car that can be dreamed about, or in my case coveted.