There's nothing like hurling a mighty lump of Italian muscle car through a narrow set of bends on the wrong side of the road. Unless it's a 43-year-old muscle car on skinny tyres, with Antonio Scarpetta - the Maserati Ghibli's Italian owner - gesticulating wildly in the passenger seat, his only means of communication given we had no language in common.
As for me, my arms were busy wrestling the mighty car round corners; without power steering it was all I could do to drive it let alone talk, the 4.7-litre V8 engine's deep-throated roar inciting an ever-firmer pressure on the throttle pedal, the ageing suspension holding its own as I lifted off into corners then powered out, the car weaving just a tad as the speedo needle climbed before I leaned on the brakes as the next bend neared.
This was no rebuilt fashion plate, with updated brakes and dinner-plate-clean engine bay. Only the paint is new - chosen to match the 1966 Turin show-car colour, the rest original and faultlessly maintained to run, rather than look good.
One of four 1960s cars we'd drive that day, it was on loan to the press to celebrate the launch of the Classiche programme which will certify old Maseratis, produce and sell exact replicas of owner's manuals and period brochures, and which is slowly scanning every Maserati design penned, life size, to print them on period-correct paper.