We wanted the Maserati to be a five-star car. All of the elements were in place: stunning looks, incredible chassis balance and a truly inspirational engine. But the Quattroporte isn’t that car, and it’s more than just a few tweaks away from those elusive extra stars.
Because although we have little doubt that this is the finest saloon Maserati has ever made, our concerns centre on some fairly fundamental facets of its make-up – namely the occasionally slow-witted gearbox, fidgety ride and questionable reliability.
Few cars manage to be so beguiling, yet completely exasperating at the same time. If you’re in the right mood and on the right road, the sensations picked up by your ears, backside and fingertips give a tingle you’ll get from no other saloon in this class, although the BMW M5 is perhaps the better steer.
But this is a car that has a narrow focus. It’s too unrefined and restless for 95 percent of driving conditions, be it a long motorway drive in the rain or a daily city commute.