The sex machine

[Hace un mes volé a Bruselas y me gustó tanto este artículo de la revista de Brussels Airlines que lo arranqué disimuladamente. Lo más curioso es que a la vuelta volví a sentarme en mismo asiento del mismo avión - eso o todo el mundo arranca esa página del magazine]

I'm shooting the breeze with the ghost of Marcello Mastroiani, admiring my new Maserati GranTurismo S... 'What's the "S" for?' asks Marcello, flicking his eyes to the badge on the back of the car. 'Sex', I reply, nodding toward the passenger door which opens to admit an elegantly stockinged leg silkily alight, the point of the tapered Ferragamo heel just touching down on the shimmering asphalt...

That's Maserati's S effect. And for good measure, in Italian. Right from its seamlessly flowing form - all the curves in the right places, to the surge you get behind the wheel, coaxing the best out of the magnificent V8. V for voluptuous, of course.

This car's lithe sensuality puts it in a class of its own. One evening in front of a restaurant, I parked it beside a dark blue DB9. The contrast couldn't have been greater as an impromptu survey of the diners on the terrace confirmed - everybody said that my car was the lady. The Aston Martin may have been cool, but the Maserati was hot [...].

[Mac Goris, James K. (2010) "Testdrive Maserati Granturismo S" b.there! magazine. January 2010. p.23]