What’s your favourite car?

Maserati Ghibli II

It’s that time of year again, when each family’s token car nut gets asked that dreaded question

Your brain is fizzing with excitement as you talk more passionately than you have in months about your one true automotive love in minute detail.

Aunt Maud’s eyes glaze over, she adjusts her hearing aid and waits to change the subject. Conversation turns to the weather, and you’re left, mid-sentence, wanting to share the rest of your feelings with her.  

It doesn’t have to be this way. This year, consider this your safe space to vent all your passion and geekery about the car you love, without fear of your audience glazing over. I’ll start:

Maserati Ghibli (1992-1998)

No, not the modern-day Ghibli saloon. No, not the original 1960s coupé. The body 1992-1998 Ghibli II; the V6-engined, boxy-yet-beautiful two-door coupé which preceded the 3200GT, 4200 and GranTurismo. It’s got a mystique to it, as a largely unknown car from a carmaker who a few years prior was churning out near-legacy-ruining dreck. I already have the eight-week Mediterranean road trip planned. Now to pitch the idea to my superiors on the Autocar team.

Smart Roadster Coupé Brabus

Also taking joint first place is the Smart Roadster Coupé Brabus. In my eyes, it’s one of the purest forms of motoring fun produced in the last twenty years, save very specialist examples or the Mazda MX-5. It’s a shame it wasn’t offered as a manual, but its micro-Batmobile looks (in glass-backed Coupé form only, NOT the awkward Roadster), mini-Porsche-911 three-cylinder engine note and scarcity more than make up for it. I’m informed that Gordon Murray drives one to work, too. That’s justification enough for me.

E63 BMW M6 Coupé

The M6. Yes, the Bangle one. Because, in my opinion (you’re welcome to and probably will disagree), after eleven years or so, it still looks fresh. And because of its insane V10, its tech-heaviness, and its eight-minute ‘Ring lap time which I would never have a hope in hell of replicating, as well as all 499 of its brake horsepower.

So those are mine, in all their heady, excitable glory. Perhaps I’ll send this link to whoever harpoons me with that dreaded question this Christmas. Now it’s your turn.

Spark up conversation with Aunt Maud about her favourite brand of breakfast wheat biscuit or which seasoning brings out the best in liver, and save the car talk for people who want to know.

What’s your favourite car? Tell us in as much or little detail as you dare. Share – with people who will genuinely read every reply – which car sparked your car fandom, or has since overtaken all others in your estimations.

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