Frustrated...disappointed...dumbfounded...
I agree on both counts, but oddly enough the extravagant plush interior was one of the counts against the Maserati when I was looking. It reminded me of those extra-cushie 70s-era Cadillacs I rode in as a kid, driven by one of my mom's friends, wearing her nightgown and hair curlers (no seat belts), with swirls of cigarette smoke circling my head and making me dizzy.
Not a bad memory, necessarily. I really did like the car, but the Mas just seemed like a car for a different era, and a different market.
Not a bad memory, necessarily. I really did like the car, but the Mas just seemed like a car for a different era, and a different market.
Absolutely. Your vivid memories are hilarious.
I had a Maserati Bora in 77 - for every day I got to drive it - it was in the shop two to three weeks. The second happiest day of my life was when I bought that car - the first happiest was when I sold it.







