Come December 1, Maserati will be 100 years old. I’ve followed the marque’s duck-and-dart adventures since the summer of 1967. That’s when my father and I, in our death-pallor-gray Ford Taunus in downtown Paris, spied a canary-yellow ’67 Ghibli whose driver was busy curbing its wheels. It was the first Maserati I’d ever seen. My […]