Perhaps a prewar Benz would be more representative of the recent Pebble Beach week, but really, it’s more representative of the Pebble Beach pretentiousness I do not prefer.


It’s never easy after an accident to figure out what to do with your pride and joy. You really don’t want to scrap the car — that’s just heartless, but at the same time, you can’t use it. So what do you do? You make it an organ donor.


Any time a conversation moves to the Sprinter van, my ears perk up. If that conversation moves to a Sprinter van track battle, a lot more than my ears perk up.


Cars are a lot like people. They can be the source of much joy, and an equal amount of frustration. You can also learn new things about them, no matter how long you’ve been around them. If you’d like to discover more about your W211, pay attention.


Is Mercedes shooting itself in the foot by outpricing most buyers from its best seller?