Hi MF
Over the years, my wife and I have had 8 Audis, always feeling like it is the sensible and safe choice. Most of them being performance Audis, but I remember always having that feeling of "all that money and what do we have?", as though there was something missing. They are, without question quality cars, but built with a whole different approach.
Since moving to Italian cars, I now realise what I was missing, without realising what I was missing at the time.
Imagine having a Mistress.
She's an accountant, very thorough in everything she does. She asks you over for a meal. It tastes very nice, one thing leads to another, you note she even folds her clothes before slipping under the sheets, you leave later in a timely manner, and the next day you get on with work and your life.
Then there's the other Mistress.
She's Italian. Dark hair that sometimes shields her eyes from your reading her intent. She asks you over for dinner. She's late. She dances around the kitchen; she's drinking all the wine, then she's drinking some more. The meal is presented with such flamboyance and style, it doesn't matter if it tastes good... but it tastes good. You barely get chance to finish it, when she's slipped over to your side of the table and straddled your lap playfully, full of vivacious, high-spirited intent. The rest is for your imagination! The next day, you're late for work, knackered. When colleagues regard you with a confused expression, you can't wipe the puerile, knowing smile off of your face. You fall asleep for part of the afternoon.
Get your Maserati, MF...
life's too short not to