For the Italian petit bourgeoisie, "Spirito diVino" is a double-pun connecting divinity to the "spirit of wine drinking," which brings us to this charming Range-Rover-as-wine-cellar. DUI, thy name is "Sergio."

It's a romantic notion. Picture yourself as an Italian count traipsing from village to village, charming the local beauties out of their sun dresses with a perfectly aged 1997 Barolo from the back of your specially-prepared English jeep. Che bella figura, no?


No, you lush. It's not. How would you like that count's, er, counterpart in America lane-weaving from town to township in a Ford F-150 converted into a Natty Ice dispensary? Indeed not, you wouldn't.

Call it sour grapes.