PSM3,
Here is an exercise that you may find helpful.
It will likely require several sessions so that synaptic patters can be developed.
Turn off phones and distractions and sit quietly alone. Take some deep breaths and relax the muscles in your body. Take your time and do not rush. Speak silently or in a low tone out-loud "relax", "relax" (it actually helps to say it out-loud as that will bring into play more senses of the body, which stimulates more areas of the mind.
When you are relaxed, close your eyes and imagine yourself walking up to your Cayman, opening the door, sitting quietly for a while, buckling your seat belt, starting her up and driving off. Feel the sensations of driving: hear the sounds, smell the smells, etc. Imaging yourself driving your Porsche as real as you can.
You arrive at a wonderful stretch of winding mountain road, the weather is beautiful and you're the only car around. You giver her the gas and fly through the turns. Really feel the joy and excitement.
You're coming up to a turn very fast, something out of the corner of your eye catches your attention, you look away from the road for a fraction of a second then back to realize the turn is extremely sharp and partially blocked by a small rock slid. You swerve at too high a speed, hit your brakes and loose control as the passanger side of the care drops into a ditch and in the briefest of moments you are spinning in the air and then engulfed in the loudest sound you have ever heard as you hit the ground and the car continues its roll, over, and over, and over. Then, all is silent, all is still.
You're sitting in your seat upside-down with all airbags deployed and your seat-belt cutting into your shoulders.
It takes a while, but you manage to crawl out through the opening where the wind shield once was. You lie still on soft grass staring up at the blue sky and big fluffy white clouds. You feel the sweet air enter your nose and fill your lungs with a deep appreciation never felt before. You're alive and unhurt.
You slowly stand and inspect what's left of your car. There's not a square inch that's not scraped of paint or not dented. It's a total wreck. How did you make it out of that mess unhurt?
You laugh with joy at being alive and your heart swells with love for family and friends, and the beauty of nature as you feel intimately embraced with the warmth of the sun and the cool-warm breeze pregnant with the fragrances of spring. Life is good. Life, is damn good!
You realize how fortunate you are. You've lost nothing of non-replaceable value, and you've gained a new appreciation for life.
Visualizations like this can help us to become more grounded in life and help us see what is truly important, and what is not.
A Cayman is simply a tool (indeed a very special one, but a tool nonetheless). A tool meant to be used. A tool which will get some dents and scratches.
It's not a problem.
Edited to add: There is a saying: "Don't sweat the small stuff. It's all small stuff."