Apple picking sounded like a good idea on a sunny Sunday last month. It had rained for eleven weekends in a row. Long steady downpours, sideways squalls, impenetrable drizzles—every type of precipitation imaginable. The route would put us on the Saw Mill River Parkway, a two-laner that twists north from New York City through suburbs and into farm country.
It started well. Four of us and a small dog climbed into a Maserati Grecale, the small SUV the Italian carmaker unveiled last…
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