The affection we feel toward Maserati's Ghibli Spyder is as out-of-time as our love for Brigitte Bardot or The Rolling Stones' records between "Beggars Banquet" and "Exile on Main Street." Time can't fade it.
It's a car that shows Italians can learn from Americans and Brits, not just the other way 'round, even if they'd rather not admit it — its muscular V8 and chiseled looks make it more Stingray than Pininfarina. It's a car we'd pick for a drive to Big Sur on the Pacific Coast Highway. It's a car we'd bring home to mother, then drive out to inspiration point on a moonlit evening, after everyone else has drunk themselves comatose on cheap bourbon and passed out in the living room. Um, maybe scratch that last one.
1970 Maserati Ghibli spyder [The Car Nut]
1970 Maserati Ghibli Spyder [Auto Week]