Ed., as he (I suspect it’s a he, but there’s no evidence one way or another at the moment) has always styled himself, delivers the occasionally laughing, occasionally lacerating responses to reader letters in Car and Driver. (I owe my present-day subscription, which began in 1978, to Ed.’s tenderizing ministrations.)
In the April issue, a reader complained about a comparison:
[Y]ou lost me when you stated that Maserati wishes it had a sedan as beautiful in its stable. Mazda’s sedans don’t hold a candle to either the Quattroporte or the new Ghibli. Look, the 6 is an attractive car, but you’ve done what my ex-wife does all the time exaggerate to make a point. Never a good tactic when you really want to make a point that someone will actually believe instead of causing a massive eyeroll.
I can’t imagine why you’re not still married.
Incidentally, I will apparently get a chance to evaluate this comparison for myself: Bob Moore, who owns the Mazda dealership in town and from whom I bought my current Infiniti is getting a Maserati store.