IT GINS, fittingly I guess, in a classroom. Outside, not 10 metres away, sits ‘my’ 911 GT3 RS, resplendent in Lava Orange, its tyre pressures set just so, its flat six thrumming away as oils and vital fluids are brought to temperature. Beyond it, Queensland Raceway beckons, the promise of an entire day of instructed hoonery so tantalisingly close. But first, the required dose of medicine, delivered by Porsche’s chief driving instructor and touring car legend Tomas Mezera. It’s designed, I deduce, to knock some of the confidence from our sails. Not that I have much left. The seeds of self-doubt are blowing my way, and the morning has been spent with some germinating in the concern that I’m about to be not so brilliant at something most car lovers…