This is just too good! Nothing can prepare you for the cheesy-ness of this Mercedes advert. What you’re about to watch is a well-shot farce. Schumacher, a stunning new Gullwing SLS, a tunnel and a mean Germanic exhaust note. Enzo must be cursing from on-high. The optimist in me hopes the director asked Schumacher to perform the wink at the end, but the cynical bastard in me still thinks he enjoyed it way too much.
Every now and then a movie comes along which quite simply blows you away. A Dark Knight was that movie for me. It is a masterful arrangement of celluloid; a symphony of action, suspense, emotion and well, explosions really.
Heath Ledger was remarkable as the joker: he personified evil. His polar opposite is obviously our winged hero, in a thankfully less camp batsuit. And representing both sides in one tormented and twisted character: TwoFace. This poor bugger starts of a charming bastion of all that is saintly until someone really pisses him off, creating the most frightening villain imaginable since Anton Chigur in No Country for Old Men.
There’s a famous VW ad from the 60s which asked, “Ever wondered how the guy who drives the snow plough, gets to the snowplough?”. Well if you’ve ever wondered how the guy who owns the snowplough company gets to the snowplough company, Mercedes-Benz has the answer: The S 65 AMG L-spec.
It proves the Germans have a sense of humour after all. They’ve handed their svelte, distinguished flagship S-Class over to their dark arts division, AMG, and the result is the most powerful series saloon ever built.
The drunken, knife wielding grandfather of the S 65.
Being hurtled towards anything in its way last week in the S 65 AMG Merc, I began to think about when exactly Hans-Werner, Erhard and their troubled friends started to loosen their grip on reality. When exactly was a Mercedes purr turned into a gurgling lunatic howl? Growing up I just had to accept that Mercedes-Benz would always be scoffed at for their overly large steering wheels and wallowy Church going suspension systems.
Bringing back the past is always risky. Volkswagen achieved about three days of glory with the reborn Beetle. Ford has generated billions with their gamble on the new Mustang, and Fiat has achieved similar bank-busting success with the 500.
But the SLS was always going to be different. Built from the ground up by AMG, this is not a SL63 AMG in drag. This is all new; and the nostalgia is almost as powerful as the 386kW V8.
I recently went to a mate’s bachelor’s party. Well it was more a bachelor’s weekend. It wasn’t the “traditional” rubbish either. So it didn’t end up with someone on the brink of an alcohol induced coma being handcuffed naked and dragged behind a taxi around the town centre with a garden gnome sticking out of his bottom and a pint glass plastered onto his drinking arm. Instead twelve of us who’ve known each other for far too long headed off to a campsite next to the Tugela River with more beer than is sensible. I arrived on the Saturday morning having been on a launch the night before and was confronted by a still drunk Andy (the bachelor) who promptly wrestled me into the river wearing what can only be described as a “Mantard”.
This is very much aimed at our loyal German readership, so if you're not of a Deutsche persuasion you may proceed with your day. That's right, carry on. Okay then.
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