There are several versions of the story on the origin of the joke, but I like this one: Groucho Marx sent the following wire to a Hollywood club he had joined: "Please accept my resignation. I don't want to belong to any club that will accept me as a member.” Well, we have just joined a Rocky Mountain Maserati car club - it accepts members who actually do not own Maseratis! Seriously! As an introduction, on its front page the club states: “The Maserati Club (TMC) is a club for all enthusiasts ... not just Maserati owners.” It then goes on to say: “One of the features of TMC is that we drive a range of cars from vintage 1960’s and 70’s, all the way through today’s high tech masterpieces.” Indeed, when we joined the club and went for our first outing – the Corsa Maserati to Moab, UT, the group had a couple of BMWs, a Volvo station wagon with a large Maserati trident decal displayed on its back window, a very handsome Corvette C5 convertible, and about 5 Maseratis of differ...