Right now, even Wall Street douchebags know it’s not cool to slalom around lines of the unemployed in flashy new sports cars. But with two-seater sales swirling down the toilet, a new class of automobile may give free spenders cover for their me-first acquisitions: the four-door sports car. Both Aston Martin and Lamborghini have supercar sedans in development, but first out of the plus-size gate is the Porsche Panamera. Even though Porsche’s inaugural 
four-door GT doesn’t make a hot first impression (all the kaiser’s men can’t make this Humpty Dumpty hatchback a classically pretty egg), our initial trepidation turned to drooling desire when we drove the Panamera through the Sound of Music stage sets of southern Bavaria. After recovering from an impromptu Pilsner-chugging Oktoberfest we staged at our Alpine Schloss the night before, we fired up the 500 hp, 4.8-liter Panamera S and began to shred. The $132,600 Turbo touches 60 mph in 4.0 seconds and tops out at a wicked 188 mph, while displaying more grip than Gov. Schwarzenegger at a Hollywood fund-raiser. On the autobahn we spurred the Turbo to 178 mph so effortlessly that our dozing backseat passenger never woke to witness us clocking the Yankee speed limit times three. Even the base model is super enough to deserve its S badge: It’s got a 175 mph top speed and a 5.2-second 0–60, all for the bargain price of $89,800. And though a significant other may raise hell over a 911 or Carrera purchase, you just might be able to sneak this bona fide Porsche by her: Look, babe, it’s just a sedan!