Exotics. I loooove them. That grumbling of the exhaust when they are started up, and the ensuing growl when the accelerator is pressed.
I stayed in a hotel in Sardinia that had a fleet of Maserati Quattroportes. They would come and go in pairs, and that little convoy would invoke imaginings of international espionage, or a fine art museum heist. In reality they were most likely just taking guests and their families to and from the airport. Which brings me to the utility of the 4-door exotic.
As sexy as a coupe is, it is somewhat limited in its’ scope. I need space to pack away my bulletproof vests and sniper rifles, much less my Adidas shell toes. The 4 door exotic is fast, extreme, and still refined. She’s not a 21 year old supermodel, she’s the mid to late 30’s, well toned woman that knows what she wants. She wants to ride. They may be referred to as a 4 door saloon, and they separate themselves from the Bentleys and Jaguars with their breeding. They are born of supercar performance, and adapted for comfort, as opposed to the other way around.
While some of these offerings are available, the others are only concepts. We can only hope that Lamborghini proceeds with plans, and Ferrari comes up with one of their own.