I couldn’t stop gushing about an old car. In fact, I believe I outed myself as a true car-lover when I commented on a Luxist article about a red 1955 300SL Gullwing Mercedes.
“Hell yes. I have to say that owning this car is sort of like owning a unicorn. Some mythical beast that is more of an ideal form than something that can be entered and driven. The price makes sense since you can get an also-ran late-model Aston Martin for that price. And that is surely a shadow of its source. And Mercedes really has nothing comparable. The SLR? No way. That car is a pig. Since when did the europeans decide it was okay to start building 1960s-style muscle cars?”
