Maserati re-released their GT model a year or so ago, and made a great to-do about its heritage, comparing it all the way back to the A6 tourer. Okay; let’s take a look:
1956 A6G/54 Zagato
2023 GT
Leaving aside the new GT’s Whore’s Red Lipstick (or whatever it’s called) color, and ignoring completely the fugly rims…
…the new one’s not bad (although surprise surprise, the 1956 model is the one that gets my dangler tingling).
Sadly, of course, it no longer has the V8 Ferrari engine of the earlier 2010-era GT, but the replacement 3.0-liter V6 is the same engine out of the excellent-but-impractical MC20 racer:
…so it can’t be all bad.
The new GT retails for just under $170,000 here at Boardwalk Maserati in Plano — a relative bargain in these inflated-money / overpriced sports car times, and $100k less than, say a Ferrari Roma — so at least it’s not that stupid, price-wise. (The older GT used to cost about $150k, and the 1956 A6 G/54 will set you back well over $900k, if you can find one — they made fewer than a hundred, all told.)
Lovely, all three of them. But what else did you expect from Maserati?
Some more pics of the 50s Maserati Zagato:
And the Frua-bodied Spider, which is so beautiful it should be illegal:
Ah, Maserati. For those who are rich enough to not worry about the depreciation.
…or the cost of fortnightly visits to the mechanic.
My fave has always been the Late-60’s Mistral, particularly the Spider:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maserati_Mistral#/media/File:1967_Maserati_Mistral_Spyder.jpg
I rented a 2010 Maserati GT for a weekend in Germany once. The rental company had put a 200kph speed limiter and a 5500 rpm rev limiter on it. It handled great but was a disappointment to drive the Autobahn with such limiting constraints. It was also a bit awkward to get into and out of. I am 5’11” and around 200 lbs. With the seat all the way back, I had to back into the car to get my right leg in first to be able to get into the car. Getting out also included holding one hand on the ground.
Typical German attitude: “Have fun, but not too much fun. Unless you’re going to a sex club in Hamburg,”