Maserati’s sexy and speedy new GranTurismo S takes us to the racetracks where history was made fifty years ago.
The good burghers of Metz, France, haven’t heard a racket like this since Prussian Prince Frederick Charles besieged the place back in 1870. Trundling along the narrow cobblestone streets, our Maserati GranTurismo S – the brand-new, hooligans-rejoice version of Maserati‘s sexy coupe – clatters raucously on overrun and shakes the picturesque rafters of the medieval buildings with barely muffled blasts of V-8 pandemonium. We pull into a parking lot beneath the soaring spires of a Gothic cathedral and squeeze into a ridiculously cramped space after much gratuitous revving of the engine. By the time we kill the ignition, the parking attendant is hopping up and down with what we hope is enthusiasm. “Bruit magnifique!” he shouts over and over. Magnificent noise!