My E63 AMG has made me a degenerate....more than usual.

Why, you ask? Because every time I start the car, even after all these years, I just want to mash the tires at every light and smoke the tires away from every light in a cackling cloud of Bridgestones.

Driving down the street I have suddenly become 'Johnny Assbag', and look at other cars and think to myself, 'Damn...it must suck to not have an AMG,' and then smile and grab the aluminum shift paddle and click down twice before flooring the gas and listening to the 6.2 liter engine roar and propel me forward with an almost jet engine like force. Then as I whooosh past the slower traffic I spot a cloverleaf series of ramps and clamp onto the huge 6-piston brakes and feel the front of my brain press against my skull before whipping up the ramps with glee.
Watching the fuel gauge fall like a sky diver from 10,000 feet, I wonder why I did not buy one of these earlier. As my first AMG car, I am now spoiled. Whenever I try to get into a car without Keyless Go I am confused and upset that I have to actually get the key out of my pocket to get in or start it. I wonder how people live without the 3 position Air Matic suspension and torque of one of the finest hand build engines ever to exist. I almost refuse to ride in car without the fine would trim, suede headliner and pillars, and heated and cooled seats. Then, most damaging of all, it has me wanting more AMG!! So much so that I am now in the market for a CLK63 AMG Black Series to match. I am a sick, sick, man....and I don't want to get better if AMG is the only illness I have. This is a kind of crazy I can deal with....and embrace. What a fantastic and amazing car. I have no desire to ever sell it, and will probably drive it until it has 1,000,000 miles or more.










Why, you ask? Because every time I start the car, even after all these years, I just want to mash the gas pedal at every light and smoke the tires as I blast off cackling loudly and leaving in a cloud of vaporized Bridgestones.

Driving down the street I have suddenly become 'Johnny Assbag', and look at other cars and think to myself, 'Damn...it must suck to not have an AMG,' and then smile and grab the aluminum shift paddle and click down twice before flooring the gas and listening to the 6.2 liter engine roar and propel me forward with an almost jet engine like force. Then as I whooosh past the slower traffic I spot a cloverleaf series of ramps and clamp onto the huge 6-piston brakes and feel the front of my brain press against my skull before whipping up the ramps with glee.
Watching the fuel gauge fall like a sky diver from 10,000 feet, I wonder why I did not buy one of these earlier. As my first AMG car, I am now spoiled. Whenever I try to get into a car without Keyless Go I am confused and upset that I have to actually get the key out of my pocket to get in or start it. I wonder how people live without the 3 position Air Matic suspension and torque of one of the finest hand build engines ever to exist. I almost refuse to ride in car without the fine dark wood trim, suede headliner and pillars, and heated and cooled seats. Then, most damaging of all, it has me wanting more AMG!! So much so that I am now in the market for a CLK63 AMG Black Series to match. I am a sick, sick, man....and I don't want to get better if AMG is the only illness I have. This is a kind of crazy I can deal with....and embrace. What a fantastic and amazing car. I have no desire to ever sell it, and will probably drive it until it has 1,000,000 miles or more.









