Though its back seat is nowhere near as generous as the Mercedes it competes with, the Ghibli delivers a smooth, composed and quiet drive, its engine humming serenely and its transmission shifting smoothly. The ride is not as smooth as that of an E-Class, and the Ghibli is a bit more averse to legal speeds; it’ll quietly creep up to 85 MPH with little drama or warning. But aside from a few extra jolts and jitters, it does a credible imitation of a German luxo-yacht. That all changes when you press the Sport button. Shifts become crisper, the throttle response is sharper and most importantly, the exhaust starts to sing with a distinctly Italian wail. The Ghibli begins to transform itself from a wannabe Mercedes to a Maserati Ghibli.
Appreciating the change requires a curvy road, preferably one with long, fast sweepers and canyon walls off which the Ghibli’s exhaust can resonate. We set the transmission to manual mode and shifted with the chunky metal paddles on the column. Not that we needed more power; the S engine has a torque plateau between 1,750 and 5,000 RPM, and will jet ahead in any gear. We just wanted to hear the exhaust — the wailing aria at 6,000 RPM and the POOM! as we grabbed the next gear. The Ghibli’s biturbo V6 will happily spend all day at or near redline, and if we owned this car, we’d be happy to drive it that way. While the Mercedes E-Class takes the corners with a sense of duty and an undertone of distaste, the Ghibli is right at home. The Q4’s all-wheel-drive system biases power to the rear, disconnecting all power from the front wheels when possible. Even so, pushing hard into sharper turns elicits a bit of understeer before the driveline shifts the power around and the electronics make a correction.
The Ghibli’s stability control system will allow a touch of oversteer with the right inputs, but we had a lot more fun on broad, fast turns, where the Ghibli could show off its prodigious levels of grip. The steering is deceptively light, yet sharp and precise; you don’t so much steer the Ghibli through the turns as caress it. After a couple of hours of thrashing about in the Ghibli, we began to understand why Italians are superior lovers. It’s both aggressive and delicate, and driving it is an experience that transcends the simple act of getting from Point A to Point B. You drive a BMW; you finesse a Maserati. –Autoguide