I drove my first Porsche as a college kid in 1979 – a new 928. It was cool — not Steve McQueen cool, more like James Bond cool. With its wild pop-up headlights, swoopy interior and powerful V-8 under the long hood, I couldn’t conceive of a woman driving this car. It was a guy’s car. I’ve driven a lot of Porsches in the ensuing three decades and …