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Rent a Maserati: Italian Refinement That Never Raises Its Voice
Founded in Bologna in 1914 by the Maserati brothers, the trident on every badge borrowed from Neptune's own fountain in the city's Piazza Maggiore. The company moved to Modena in 1939, where every car is still built today, the badge carrying more history than most manufacturers accumulate in twice the time. Our team handles the delivery and logistics with the same quiet precision the cars are engineered around, so all that's left for you to do is settle in.
From the outright pace of the MC20 to the unhurried comfort of the GranCabrio, there's a Maserati suited to whatever kind of Italian afternoon you have in mind.
Leave Modena behind on the SS486, the flat farmland of Emilia-Romagna, in northern Italy, narrowing into foothills as the road climbs toward Sassuolo and Montefiorino. This stretch belongs to the Nettuno, the twin-turbo V6 that marked Maserati's return to building its own engines in-house after two decades of relying on outside partners, its pre-chamber ignition technology borrowed straight from Formula 1.
Past Montefiorino the road turns serious, the Apennine ridge closing in as the route climbs toward Passo delle Radici at over 1,500 metres. Switchback after switchback, pulse climbing with every blind crest, palms tightening on the wheel as the tarmac narrows between rock face and drop. The MC20 answers each one with the same unhurried precision, chassis flat through the apex, the butterfly doors sealed shut overhead like a cockpit built for exactly this.
Near the top, the road opens onto a high plateau with views stretching to the Apuan Alps on a clear day, the kind of payoff that makes the climb worth every hairpin. Cross into Tuscany here if the mood takes you, or turn back the way you came and let the MC20 do it all again, this time on the way down.
Leave Catania behind and climb toward Zafferana Etnea, the road narrowing as vineyards give way to black volcanic soil and the air cools with every switchback. This is Sicily, Italy's largest island, and Etna's slopes hold a different character entirely from the rest of the country. Push on to Rifugio Sapienza, where the tarmac finally gives out near 1,900 metres among the Silvestri Craters, extinct cones rippling across a landscape that looks more lunar than Sicilian.
Descend the mountain's eastern flank and the scenery flips entirely, pine forest and lava fields dropping away to reveal the Ionian Sea glittering far below. By the time the road reaches the coast, Taormina appears perched on its cliff, the ancient Greek theatre framing Etna's summit in the distance exactly the way it has for 2,300 years.
Wander down through Taormina's narrow streets to Isola Bella, the small island just offshore connected by a strip of sand, before finding a table with a view back up toward the mountain both cars just conquered. Two very different Sicilies in one afternoon: one raw and volcanic, the other polished by centuries of visitors who came for the view and never quite left.
Touch down in Olbia, on the northeastern coast of Sardinia, Italy, and the GranCabrio only needs a few minutes before the roof comes down, the coastal road north toward Porto Cervo unwinding through Cugnana and Portisco, granite outcrops rising pink and grey against a sea that gets more turquoise with every kilometre.
Porto Cervo itself is pure spectacle: superyachts stacked in the marina, a town built in the 1960s specifically for cars like this one to arrive slowly and be seen doing it. Idle through the harbourfront traffic and the V6 stays warm and unhurried behind you, in no rush to be anywhere else.
For a quieter contrast, wind inland to San Pantaleo, a hilltop village fifteen minutes from the coast, its cobbled square lined with small galleries and craft shops. The road back down toward the water switches back through cork forest and juniper scrub, the top still down, the coastline reappearing in pieces before opening up entirely. Few cars are built this specifically for the art of arriving unhurried, and the GranCabrio never once breaks character trying.
These three routes only scratch the surface of Italy. Beyond it, we deliver across Europe: the coastal roads around Marbella and the Costa del Sol, mountain passes through the Austrian Tyrol, or wherever your itinerary takes you. Wherever you want to arrive, we'll get the right Maserati to you.
Four cars, one shared refusal to raise their voice to make a point.
Two seats, a carbon fibre tub, and doors that lift and rotate forward rather than simply swinging out, a detail borrowed straight from Maserati's racing programs. The MC20 keeps its weight low and its structure light through extensive use of carbon fibre and aluminum, and none of that engineering announces itself until the road asks a real question of it.
That question gets answered by the Nettuno, Maserati's first engine built entirely in-house in more than twenty years. Pre-chamber twin-combustion technology, adapted from Formula 1, fires two separate spark events per cycle for a cleaner, faster burn, and the twin turbochargers spool with so little lag that the delivery feels naturally aspirated right up until the tachometer clears 7,000 rpm, where the whole character of the engine shifts. Through a sweeping corner, the chassis holds dead flat, revs settling around 4,000 rpm as the car simply arcs through rather than fighting the line. Inside, Alcantara and leather meet exposed carbon without excess, a cabin that reads as tailored rather than decorated.
Start the Levante and the exhaust announces itself first, a short, throaty bark from the twin-turbo V6 whose underlying engineering traces back to a collaboration with Ferrari. That announcement doesn't last: idle settles almost immediately into a low, patient murmur, the kind of restraint that suggests this SUV was never built to shout for attention. Poltrona Frau leather and brushed aluminum trim keep the cabin as quiet visually as it is acoustically.
Point it at a mountain road and the character changes fast, the chassis tightening, air suspension dropping, steering gaining real weight in your hands. Ask it to handle a weekend away instead, and there's enough boot space for four people's luggage with room left to spare. Somewhere between those two uses is the whole case for the Levante: a family SUV that never stops feeling handmade.
The Grecale runs Maserati's same philosophy through a smaller footprint. Settle into the seat and the details register before the road does: stitched leather under the hand, a trident pressed into the headrest, switchgear that clicks shut with the precision of a watch movement rather than a button. There's no bark on startup here, just a low, cultured murmur that reads as reserve rather than restraint. Ask more of it, though, and the reserve disappears fast: 5.3 seconds to 100 km/h, steering that stays light around town before tightening into real confidence the moment a corner demands it.
The GranCabrio's V6 clears its throat before it settles, a beat of mechanical throat-clearing that resolves into a warm, textured idle, more conversational than industrial. Fold the roof away and the character shifts entirely: the note turns rounded rather than raw, closer to baritone than shriek, built for a coastal road at golden hour rather than a straight line chasing a lap time. The 3.0 litre engine was tuned by Maserati's engineers with character weighted as heavily as outright pace, and it rewards a patient hand more than a heavy one, one unhurried corner taken at half throttle telling you more about this car than a full-throttle sprint ever would.
Inside, the cabin filters out wind, distraction, and urgency in roughly equal measure, leaving sun-warmed leather, chrome trim that catches light without reaching for it, and four seats built for people who've already decided that arriving isn't really the point. This is a car built for lingering, the same way a proper Italian lunch is built for lingering: savoured, not rushed.
Drivers need to fall within a 25-70 age bracket and hold a full license for at least three years, along with a valid passport. Non-EU license holders should also bring an International Driving Permit.
Anywhere that suits your trip: the airport, your hotel, or a private address anywhere in Europe. Tell us the location and we'll build the logistics around it.
Every Maserati in our fleet carries full comprehensive insurance. Our team walks you through exactly what's covered and what deposit applies to your specific model before you set off.
Yes. One-way rentals are available across our European network, so a trip doesn't need to end where it started. Extra fees may apply depending on the distance, so just ask.
Get in touch with our team to choose your Maserati and get a tailored quote for the trip ahead.
