Many have been worried about the newest Benz sports car, the AMG GT. With the company pretty much turbocharging everything in the office, including the chairs, everyone was worried that the turbos would sully the sounds of Heaven.
Fast sedans wearing the letters AMG are nothing new, but this 10-Second E63 is just redonkulous. Yes, that’s a technical term.
What happens when you combine a shiny new C63 AMG Coupe, a set of P40 Jeffield HRE wheels, and renowned automotive photographer Marcel Lech? Some seriously serious eye candy. I’m talking diabetes-inducing amounts of eye candy.
A few recent reports are cluing everyone in that Daimler, the parent company of Mercedes, is looking to purchase part of Italian Motorcycle Maker MV Agusta.
Because the world is opulent enough, Mercedes decided to go and make an S-Class coupe, and by George is it a thing of beauty. The coupe will be pretty much the epitome of grand touring elegance.
Poor, unfortunate “pugads650″. He took his E55 to a garage for “a new supercharger bearing belt and miss fire [sic] issue.” It was misfiring, all right – starting in the passenger-side footwell.
Even while they’re standing still, it’s obvious that the Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG and 300SL, with their long hoods, short decks and gullwing doors, share some attractive genes. The video after the jump makes it clear that they also have similar voices.
Mercedes-Benz makes some awesome shit: the S-Class is continually one of the most advanced cars ever created, the SL is the definition of topless GT motoring, and everything AMG makes sounds like it’s powered by brimstone and hand grenades. There’s one thing that Merc can’t seem to do very well, though: hang out in the supercar league.
With all the hustle and bustle of Independence Day coming up, this week’s set of photos takes a turn for the serene. Member “jgardner9000″ managed to make his way out to Lake Tahoe for some R&R with his C63 AMG. The trip yielded some calming photos as well. The drive to Tahoe, however, was probably a lot more spirited.
This happens every time I watch a Mercedes-Benz race a Mustang. The Mercedes says goodbye to the starting line like a player leaving the scene of a one-night stand. The Mustang leaves the starting line screaming and protesting like someone being arrested on an episode of “Cops”.