SL55 vs EVO
With two taps of the left paddle and a squeeze of the throttle the struggling EVO has his mirrors full of Merc. In disbelief......and a shrewd move he heads towards some sweeping corners in hopes of shaking the German Blitzkrieg. As he heads towards the first apex, it is quite obvious that he is both in over his head as well the 55 is too much for the winged wonder, as I am all over him. At the second sweeper I set him up and with little opposite lock I exit the corner and I am GONE. Several minutes later he catches up and gives a huge grin, a shake of the head and a thumbs up. I returned the salute and off we go to our respective lunches. All that fun did get me hungry!



