Something about the Lexus LS 460 L is strangely unsatisfying. It’s comfortable, true, and luxurious as well, wrapping its occupants in fine leather and sumptuous carpeting and headliner surfaces. Soft touch surfaces and dampened doors are everywhere, and interior materials are beyond reproach. The powertrain, too, is superbly powerful, responding to command with smooth thrusts. It is hands down the finest Buick I have ever driven. That’s the problem. This is not a nimble vehicle, and, for all its technological marvels, nonetheless comes across as granny’s luxury barge. Comfortable to sit in and comfortable to drive, but not fun, not nimble, and not sharp. Perhaps it’s a case of luxury overload: Lexus, in its drive to build the most luxurious of luxury cars, missed the fact that sometimes, what discriminating buyers want isn’t more – but a much better less.