While looking for a car to actually buy rather than rent for our family fresh off the boat, I and Benedetta stumbled into this beautiful Grand Wagoneer in the parking lot of a Jeep dealership. A neighborhood Hollywood celebrity had just turned it in for another car, after having driven it himself for a few years. We didn’t have to think about it too long: at the end of the same week this one had become our only car, and still today the only one in the garage actually loved by everyone in the house. This in spite of its milage being worse than that of any of my Ferraris,  it’s handling similar to that of a motorboat, its performance inferior to that of my daughter’s Fiat Cinquecento and its breaking power like that of a backpedal bicycle. Few other cars have made me feel like a king while sitting behind the wheel as this one does.