Just returned from the Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas. Decided to drive from L.A. to get the cobwebs out of the cylinders from all the city driving I do. First time out on the open road with my W210 E55. What an awesome machine! I can only imagine the W211! This thing could (theoretically, heh heh) cruise all day well above 120 mph. Solid as a rock.

Run was uneventful except for a nail in my left rear tire picked up when I tried to beat traffic on the strip by going off the beaten path. Tripped up myself on that one. Fletcher Jones MBZ in LV fixed the tire today for $15.

I saw only one AMG on the road. Passed this W211 E55 coming back today. New black car with no license plates. Guy had 3 people in the car with him though so he couldn't play. I say runs like this are best done alone or with a fellow- enthusiast.....otherwise might as well be driving a Buick.

Had a guy in a C320 pacing me for a good part of the drive. That's a very nice car. Runs well at speed.

Zed
2002 W210 E55

 

I thought zed was dead. Someone got midevil with his ***. Hear what I'm sayin', hill-billy boy?

 

LOL! .......classic.

 

I don't get it. Let me get my coffee and I'll try again.

 

It's a line from the movie, "Pulp Fiction".

. . .Who's chopper is this? Zed's. Who's Zed? Zed's dead baby, Zed's dead.

 

My favorite scene from memory(I do a pretty mean Marcellus imitation):

BUTCH
You okay?

MARSELLUS
Naw man. I'm pretty fuc*in' far
from okay!



BUTCH
What now?

MARSELLUS
What now? Well let me tell you
what now. I'm gonna call a couple
pipe-hittin' nigg*rs, who'll go to
work on homes here with a pair of
pliers and a blow torch.

Hear me talkin' hillbilly boy?! I
ain't through with you by a damn
sight. I'm gonna git Medieval on
your ***.

BUTCH
I meant what now, between me and
you?

MARSELLUS
Oh, that what now? Well, let me
tell ya what now between me an'
you. There is no me an' you. Not
no more.

BUTCH
So we're cool?

MARSELLUS
Yeah man, we're cool. One thing I
ask -- two things I ask: don't
tell nobody about this. This
****'s between me and you and the
soon-to-be-livin'-the-rest-of-his-
short-***-life-in-agonizing-pain,
Mr. Rapist here. It ain't nobody
else's business. Two: leave town.
Tonight. Right now. And when
you're gone, stay gone. You've
lost your Los Angeles privileges.
Deal?

BUTCH
Deal.

soon to be followed by the "Zed's dead baby" scene.

 

If you ever get a chance to take a competent German car out on the Autobahn, I recommend taking advantage of the opportunity. You begin to appreciate aspects of the engineering of these cars which are difficult to assess in the USA. Their limits go largely untested here.