Ah, the Maserati GranTurismo. A name that sounds like it should only ever be spoken with a glass of red wine in one hand and a Vespa parked artfully behind you. Born in 2007 as Italy’s answer to the eternal question, “Can luxury scream in Italian?”, the GranTurismo returns in 2024 for its second act—bolder, faster, louder, and now with enough electronics to shame a spaceship.
What you’re gazing at here, dear reader, is not just a car. It’s a ₹2.72 crore rupee symphony of engineering, design, and a midlife crisis that wears red leather. This, specifically, is the Trofeo variant, which is Italian for “you spent all your money on tyres and espresso”. While the electric Folgore and topless GranCabrio versions are still making their way to Indian shores, this petrol-powered beast arrives fully caffeinated and dressed to kill.
Codenamed M189 (because Maserati doesn’t do boring names like “Model 3”), this coupe rests on the same Giorgio platform as the Alfa Romeo Giulia and Stelvio. But where those cars whisper “performance”, the GranTurismo bellows “bella macchina!” through quad exhausts that sound like Pavarotti gargling nitroglycerin.
Let’s start with the styling. Designed by Klaus Busse—a man who clearly looked at Greek gods and said “what if they were made of aluminium?”—the GranTurismo balances aggression with elegance. There’s a massive ‘cofango’ bonnet that looks like it’s storing the hopes, dreams, and regrets of every car designer who ever tried to make a V6 sexy. The car’s front-mid engine layout and perfect 52:48 weight distribution mean it corners like a ballerina on performance-enhancing drugs.
And oh, the proportions. Nearly 5 metres long, 2 metres wide, and just over 1.3 metres tall, the GranTurismo is about as subtle as wearing a velvet blazer to the gym. It rolls on 20-inch front and 21-inch rear alloys, shod in Goodyear Eagle F1 Supersport rubber, the kind of tyres that whisper “yes papa” every time you slam the accelerator.
But don’t be fooled by its opera-singing exhaust and supermodel stance—this is a proper grand tourer. Underneath the drama, there’s real comfort. Double-wishbone suspension at the front, multi-link at the rear, air springs, and electronic damping keep you isolated from reality, potholes, and the guilt of spending nearly ₹3 crore on a two-door.
Inside, it’s more Italian couture than car cabin. Maserati’s “Balance of the Opposites” interior design philosophy gives us red leather that’s so plush it makes Ferraris look like government buses. Want beige or black instead? You got it. There’s carbon fibre everywhere, ventilated seats, a heated leather-wrapped sport steering wheel, and even a frameless digital rearview mirror, presumably so nothing ruins the view of the fools you’ve left behind.
Tech-wise, it’s an espresso shot of everything you’d expect in 2025. There’s a 12.3-inch infotainment system with Maserati Intelligent Assistant, Android Auto, Apple CarPlay, and Alexa, in case you want a robot to tell you how amazing you are. A 12.2-inch digital cluster, 8.8-inch climate screen, head-up display, Sonus faber 19-speaker, 1195-watt sound system, and even a compass-equipped digital clock that doubles as a G-force meter. Yes, a clock that tracks how hard you’re flooring it. God bless Italy.
But let’s talk performance—the reason this car exists, the juice in its pizza, the sauce in its symphony. Powering the Trofeo is Maserati’s 3.0-litre V6 twin-turbo Nettuno engine, lifted straight from the MC20. This baby coughs up 542 horsepower and 650 Nm of torque, taking you from 0–100 kmph in 3.5 seconds, and on to 320 kmph if you’re either on a runway or have stopped caring about your licence. The more “sensible” Modena variant tones it down to 483 horsepower, but who are we kidding? If you’re spending this much, go full Trofeo or go home in a Maruti.
There’s even a Vehicle Domain Control Module (VDCM) that juggles the engine, brakes, transmission, and all-wheel-drive system like a caffeinated Cirque du Soleil performer. Drive modes range from Comfort to GT, Sport, and finally Corsa, which in Italian means “drive like you’re being chased by the tax department.”
And if you want safety, fret not—this machine comes armed to the teeth. Level 2 ADAS includes lane assist, blind spot monitoring, drowsy driver detection, and more cameras than Bigg Boss. There are 6 airbags, ABS, EBD, and even tyre pressure monitors, in case you forgot you’re not on a racetrack.
Need space? There’s 310 litres of boot, just enough to fit two weekender bags or three small dogs named Alessandro.
And finally, because no Italian performance car is complete without flair, you get options galore: 32 paint colours, carbon fibre spoiler, red/blue/yellow brake calipers, Maserati Connect app, and accessories ranging from child seats to branded valve caps because why not?
In conclusion, the Maserati GranTurismo Trofeo is a love letter to speed, drama, and irrational decisions. It’s not just a grand tourer—it’s a rolling opera. A car that doesn’t just take you from A to B, but from bella to bravissimo. Drive it, and you won’t just feel alive—you’ll feel Italian.
