There isn't a much finer sight in the automotive world than a shiny, freshly detailed Maser.
I was in Duesseldorf last Spring, enduring a desolate state of mind known as Modenalessness (it's a known affliction: many glum-looking 911 owners actually have it without realizing).
Walked past a gleaming 4200 and just thought 'I need to get another one asap'...