Saturday was my parent's 40th wedding anniversary. They're the stubbornly-nice type who never want anyone to do anything nice for them, but even still, the usual gifts/flowers/dinner in a ritzy restaurant weren't going to suffice. I got the idea that we could make things a bit more fun with a cool car in the mix, and set off looking at various traditional rental outlets to see what was on offer. I figured a luxury sedan of some sort would be just the ticket to transport my parents & brother to dinner.
And then, I remembered that Turo was, somehow, a thing. Now, I kinda get how AirBnB is a thing - if you've got a vacation home or city apartment or something sitting idle for much of the year, why not make it a rental property and treat it as such? I can see making that mental disconnection. But cars, especially
nice cars - I could barely wrap my head around why anyone would toss the keys to any, let alone a prized automobile to any schmuck off the street. My thinking:
1. You've got an extra hand-me-down PT Cruiser or similar that has taxes & registration paid for, needs nothing desperately, and before you can be bothered to sell it, you're having a go at using it to make you some bits of money
2. You've got a car, maybe even a nice one, that serves as your second or third vehicle, and if you rent it 2 or 3 times a month, there's your car payment taken care of.
I suspect the latter is 90% of the reason why you see some cool stuff on Turo, allowing the owner to ball for low or perhaps even no cost. Even still, I just couldn't see myself desiring a car and making the decision to allow total strangers to use it regularly. The thought of someone scratching the exterior. Dragging their nails across the trim. Venting their wet farts right into
your seat. My god how do people do it.
But, thankfully for me, some do. I long-ago picked up on the fact that my parents always ooh & ahh whenever they see a Maserati (traditionally, this would always happen when we'd visit Tyson's for dinner & see one of FoW's Ferrari/Maserati displays), so I used the manufacturer filter to zero-in on the marque, and to my surprise: Chris's almost brand-new Ghibli appeared:
2018 Maserati Ghibli Nerrisimo edition (1 of 450). A tick over 3400 miles on the clock. Chris was a very pleasant guy who also happens to have a Porsche Cayman (I think it was) and a Range Rover on Turo - and a couple normal family cars - so I think he's firmly in the latter category. I put ~130 or so miles on it on the highway, surface streets, and twisty back roads in Loudoun/Fauquier counties.
I was definitely curious to see what this car was all about. Maserati is very much on the outer-fringes of my thought when it comes to cars - I barely remember the brand exists until I catch sight of rows and rows of them off Rt. 28 when I drive past Ferrari of Washington. Oh, and I do still think the Granturismo has one of the best exhaust notes ever:
I was going to specify "the ~2008 Granturismo", but as I type this, a quick search led me to the fact that this car is still in production largely unchanged today. If it still sounds that good, it's probably not a bad thing. But I digress. It was going to be a chance to figure out just what Maserati, the rich stepson at boarding school of the FCA family, has been up to as of late.
This Ghibli was the standard RWD model with the sport package afforded by the Nerissimo package, and the standard twin-turbo V6 with 345hp. That power figure probably landed with a resounding "meh" in 2018 (the hotter S model makes 404) - but I didn't even check up on the stats until after I gave the car back. It didn't feel slow - for a 4,000+ lb car, it scooted along just fine. Flapping the paddles in M mode (ZF 8 speed) gave crisp, clean shifts and it made excellent noises while doing so with Sport mode activated (suspension firmed and exhaust valves opened).
But, being a Maserati, I knew it was going to do the stoplight dance with extra acoustic theater thrown in just fine. I wanted to see how much parts-bin FCA DNA I could feel out during the drive. Was this a stretched Dodge Dart with a hot motor? Did it have bizarre Italian quirks and features
® like all small-batch/pre-merger & conglomerate Italian cars are famous for, or was the Maserati trident bent to the will of corporate overlords? Why does it smell like cologne in here, was that Chris's doing or is there a spritz bottle of Aqua Di Gio installed at the factory while someone plays a violin in the background?
Just about the only thing I could recall reading somewhere about the Ghibli prior to renting this one was that its switchgear was borrowed from Dodges. I always felt like the whole switchgear parts-bin callout was silly - I want my buttons and stalks and dials to be legible and easy to use. If they're all of the above in a Dodge, I couldn't really give less of a crap if they're carried over into my $90,000 Maserati. Do people really complain about this sort of thing? They worked fine. The interior overall was a very nice place to be. I had no idea where the car ended in front of me - I generally have very little experience with new cars (look at my signature), but the little annoyances that I have felt in newer cars largely melted away as I drove. I didn't care about the high windowsill or huge vision-blocking A-pillar. This car became my Italian hunting lodge in the Alps as I drove along. I was sitting on my favorite leather couch, having a fireside chat with my family over cognac as we barreled down the parkway. Out of my way peons. Look upon my fender portholes and weep.
The handling was equal parts good and bad, from different perspectives. The steering wheel was wonderful to helm, thick and comfortable in the hand. The steering feel itself was also sharp and weighty. But this was all artificial - the Ghibli will not be overly-hurried. It's like if a wallowing hippo had a sports mode. It'll make you feel like you're properly hustling it, but you'll also never forget that there's 4,000+ lbs battling it out with physics and it's definitely on the softer end of the spectrum. Still, perfectly adequate for street driving. It appears from pictures that the non-S models got smaller brakes, and the 20" wheels of this model were almost on the verge of looking too-small (I can't believe this is what we've come to). The ride in both regular and Sport mode were both very good, even over rougher sections of pavement. The change between modes didn't feel all that different to me, but my brother remarked that he could definitely feel it in his seat-pants. I'm not sure what the wheels are on the hotter S versions - 21s? 22s? I feel ill. But they do make the car look even better:
Oh yes, the looks. I really quite like the Ghibli. It's doing the GrrRRRrrRR LOOK AT ME I'M SO TOUGH design language that everyone is doing now, but it really is understated in person. It's classy. Look now at this 2019 Toyota Yaris:
If that....(fuck)....if that car could talk, to back up its image, it'd probably sound like Pee Wee Herman took a swig of helium & is challenging you to fight, during recess, next to the monkey bars. The Maserati is a thug in a tux, or more like the crime boss who looks at you from behind his crime-factory desk and with a smile and a nod could have all of his thugs in tuxes murder you (unless you're John Wick)
At the end of the day, here's what I think: it's really, really hard to buy a shit car in 2019. There used to be a huge gulf between a Kia and a Mercedes in 1995, 2005, hell just a few years ago. Now we have Stingers eating C-class lunches. But people still need to find things to complain about, especially bloggers and journalists. The window of opportunity for things to complain about has gotten so much narrower and fine grained lately as a result.
This turn signal stalk doesn't feel right, they say. 50 years ago you were lucky if the turn signal stalk didn't impale you in an accident. They've been figured out and have all worked and felt just fine for the last 40 plus years.
I don't like this ambient lighting temperature. The screen menu is haaaard. This cupholder needs to be 5mm to the right. As someone who daily drives a 15 year-old car by choice, and who can go to the google and find 37 articles that poop on the Ghibli for one microscopic reason or another, lemme tell you: Modern cars are ALL AMAZING*. They're built really god damn well, they're safe as hell and if they're done right as a whole experience - and I believe the Ghibli is - you don't even think about how you can't really see out of the thing after 5 miles.
*just don't buy some shit low-buck GM product or really anything at the bottom of the lineup barrel, save your $ until you can step up or get some CPO hotness from a year or two ago. You'll be fine.
I loved the Ghibli. Partially for the reasons above, it didn't feel like a bad car, like a hobbled or parts-bin car - probably because most modern Dodges and Fiats and Alfas and what have you are all perfectly good enough cars. We should all want more than good enough (I'll take my Ghibli over a Charger, please) but we must do better to recognize the absurdity of how narrow many automotive complaints are today. There were minor annoyances, sure, that were I the actual owner might annoy me over time. I also don't dare to dream of what it must be like to care for a Maserati out of warranty, but in the there & then it was a very, very nice car. It was very good to excellent at everything I asked it to do, and most importantly, my parents loved it.
I was sad to hand the keys back to Chris after the anniversary festivities, and I did at least a quadruple take looking back at the Ghibli as I left. I'd rather quite like to own one, or something like it, one day. Though I do feel, as I blended back into NoVa traffic and my usual life, that there in my 2004 Lexus - my car's turn signal stalk felt just a bit better than the Maserati's.