575M Ferrari vs SL55 AMG
Just to see if he would bite, I dropped the right foot and flew by him, the AMG viciously grabbing every inch it could as it rumbled past the 575. Instantly the 575 engaged and a chase insued. Finally lining up at Adams and Beach, the driver looks over along with his passenger:
"Are you ready to lose?" He says laughing. I thought of a smart remark to throw at it him but instead I found myself staring at the legs growing out of his chest, most definitely a body builder and most definitely someone I didn't want to have a verbal joust with. That coupled with the fact that the top was down, made losing a strong possibility thus not something I wanted to run my mouth off about. I laughed and instead just said: "Well see how this plays out."
We continued conversation and he commented on the suede around the speedo, and how he liked the black on black combo, I needlessly complimented his Ferrari, as I'm sure he got it all the time.
The light flips green and we both casually stroll off, nothing too fancy-- at near twenty I hear the 575 start to pick up pace and I jump on the throttle. I grab and move, the speedo wasting no time to jumo through the digits. The Ferrari not far behind, a car and a half and fading. At roughly 70 I ease off due to traffic, and the Ferrari catches up.
As we near PCH traffic clears up again, and this time we do a rolling start. I kept the AMG at 50, and the Ferrari matched the speed. We had a clean, clear stretch ahead of us all the way to PCH. We pass a Thrifty on the right and suddenly I hear him engage the proper gear yet again, and with no three-honk or any sort of official go, he's off. I jump on the throttle and 55 held strong. He got maybe a 1/4 car lead on me from his jump, and the SL refused to give anymore ground; and as the speedometer flicked past 120 I loomed ever close in his rear-view mirror. When we shut off 140 we were door to door.
We give each other a thumbs up and on our way we went.
I think I can say for certain had the top been up and I had been alone, this would have been an easy kill for the 55. All in all, it was just a fun time, the driver, despite his first remark, wasn't that much of a ***** in actuality he was pretty cool. Good times
I could buy a 88 Civic for roughly 500 bucks, spend 5gs on a B16 and mop the floor with modded EVOs, still for a fraction of the cost of even the Mitsu. But I really don't care enough.
Have a nice day and go trade in your CL55 for a EVO if it will help you sleep at night.
Last edited by Exodus; Apr 29, 2008 at 11:51 PM.
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Just to see if he would bite, I dropped the right foot and flew by him, the AMG viciously grabbing every inch it could as it rumbled past the 575. Instantly the 575 engaged and a chase insued. Finally lining up at Adams and Beach, the driver looks over along with his passenger:
"Are you ready to lose?" He says laughing. I thought of a smart remark to throw at it him but instead I found myself staring at the legs growing out of his chest, most definitely a body builder and most definitely someone I didn't want to have a verbal joust with. That coupled with the fact that the top was down, made losing a strong possibility thus not something I wanted to run my mouth off about. I laughed and instead just said: "Well see how this plays out."
We continued conversation and he commented on the suede around the speedo, and how he liked the black on black combo, I needlessly complimented his Ferrari, as I'm sure he got it all the time.
The light flips green and we both casually stroll off, nothing too fancy-- at near twenty I hear the 575 start to pick up pace and I jump on the throttle. I grab and move, the speedo wasting no time to jumo through the digits. The Ferrari not far behind, a car and a half and fading. At roughly 70 I ease off due to traffic, and the Ferrari catches up.
As we near PCH traffic clears up again, and this time we do a rolling start. I kept the AMG at 50, and the Ferrari matched the speed. We had a clean, clear stretch ahead of us all the way to PCH. We pass a Thrifty on the right and suddenly I hear him engage the proper gear yet again, and with no three-honk or any sort of official go, he's off. I jump on the throttle and 55 held strong. He got maybe a 1/4 car lead on me from his jump, and the SL refused to give anymore ground; and as the speedometer flicked past 120 I loomed ever close in his rear-view mirror. When we shut off 140 we were door to door.
We give each other a thumbs up and on our way we went.
I think I can say for certain had the top been up and I had been alone, this would have been an easy kill for the 55. All in all, it was just a fun time, the driver, despite his first remark, wasn't that much of a ***** in actuality he was pretty cool. Good times

And Exodus...you're 100% right. If any of us just wanted speed we would have bought Evos/STIs or Mustangs and had 9 second street cars with money to spare...but no woman (at least high quality woman) would be caught dead in one.
Just to see if he would bite, I dropped the right foot and flew by him, the AMG viciously grabbing every inch it could as it rumbled past the 575. Instantly the 575 engaged and a chase insued. Finally lining up at Adams and Beach, the driver looks over along with his passenger:
"Are you ready to lose?" He says laughing. I thought of a smart remark to throw at it him but instead I found myself staring at the legs growing out of his chest, most definitely a body builder and most definitely someone I didn't want to have a verbal joust with. That coupled with the fact that the top was down, made losing a strong possibility thus not something I wanted to run my mouth off about. I laughed and instead just said: "Well see how this plays out."
We continued conversation and he commented on the suede around the speedo, and how he liked the black on black combo, I needlessly complimented his Ferrari, as I'm sure he got it all the time.
The light flips green and we both casually stroll off, nothing too fancy-- at near twenty I hear the 575 start to pick up pace and I jump on the throttle. I grab and move, the speedo wasting no time to jumo through the digits. The Ferrari not far behind, a car and a half and fading. At roughly 70 I ease off due to traffic, and the Ferrari catches up.
As we near PCH traffic clears up again, and this time we do a rolling start. I kept the AMG at 50, and the Ferrari matched the speed. We had a clean, clear stretch ahead of us all the way to PCH. We pass a Thrifty on the right and suddenly I hear him engage the proper gear yet again, and with no three-honk or any sort of official go, he's off. I jump on the throttle and 55 held strong. He got maybe a 1/4 car lead on me from his jump, and the SL refused to give anymore ground; and as the speedometer flicked past 120 I loomed ever close in his rear-view mirror. When we shut off 140 we were door to door.
We give each other a thumbs up and on our way we went.
I think I can say for certain had the top been up and I had been alone, this would have been an easy kill for the 55. All in all, it was just a fun time, the driver, despite his first remark, wasn't that much of a ***** in actuality he was pretty cool. Good times

Last edited by Deuuuce; Apr 30, 2008 at 10:52 AM.
Stock SL55s have run 12.4 (claimed on MBWorld but not posted) to 13.0. (http://www.dragtimes.com/Mercedes-Be...ag-Racing.html)
AMG is A M A Z I N G! Oooooo the brute force
The 600 has been on the sidelines since, I know I know... I owed you a incar video of the 600 but I've been to busy with the 55 since I got it
Too much freakkin' fun!

I think losing to a car worth half as much as yours that is still a luxury car would be the equivilant of finding out that Darth Vader is your father.
Edit: I just remembered that my car is in the shop (but its ok, cause I'm getting an SL55 puley installed) then it'll be the equivilant of quail hunting.
Last edited by W211 BEAST; Apr 30, 2008 at 12:30 PM.






