“Maserati” is one of my favorite automotive words. It trips off the tongue so gracefully that it’s like a little verbal vacation, transporting both speaker and recipient to San Marino for a luxurious escape from reality. The mere mention of the word primes the brain for sumptuous leather and posh accouterment, all done with the kind of flair that only comes with proximity to the Mediterranean or the Alps.
Adding the phrase “Ghibli Trofeo” thereafter, though, rips you from your seaside resort and throws you into the bone-strewn Catacombs of Rome.
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