I was never a big fan of the 70s-era Maserati Ghibli, simply because at the time I was enthralled (and still am) by the much-smaller Dino 246 GT.
However: times have moved on and changed, and so have I, a little bit here and there. Now, the thrills of blatting away in a Dino at full throttle from light to light with a skinny blonde in the passenger seat have dimmed somewhat.
Now, what I think I would like is a bigger car, to accommodate the bigger Kim, and someone more akin to, say, Kelly Brook alongside me.
Rapid acceleration is okay, but not essential; more important to me are things like sufficient torque and raw power that can push over hills and such towards my final destination. Ditto the car.
Hence my interest in the Ghibli: to wit, “a 4.7-liter, dry-sump V-8 that produces 330 horsepower, which is sufficient to move the big GT from zero to 60 MPH in a quick 6.4 seconds and reach a top speed of more than 150 mph.”
I know that a lot of today’s cars could do the same or better, with greater reliability and even better performance. But what the hell: I’m not a F1 driver, I’m not even a fast driver; what I want is a reasonable facsimile of today’s performance, with a touch of history thrown in.
And with the top down (car and/or passenger), the thrill would be immense:
“Okay Kim, that’s enough, we get your point.”