Decades ago, I owned an Alfa Romeo Giulietta, which I thought was the ultimate Italian driving machine. Then one day I saw its sister, the Alfa Montreal. It was sleeker, sexier. The object of my passion shifted. I wanted that Montreal. That’s how I felt when I saw the first Ferretti 650 HT (hardtop) to reach North America’s shores. She took my thoughts to the old country. I’ve loved the Ferretti 620 from the day she was introduced five years ago, but one look at the 650 HT was, like that new Alfa, breathtaking. I’m still catching my breath.