Showing posts with label C63. Show all posts
Showing posts with label C63. Show all posts
Monday, 18 June 2012
BMW M3:- Still doing it right after all these years.
Some cars are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. The BMW M3, it could be argued, falls into every one of those categories. It's been around for a quarter of a century in one iteration or another, but while so many other cars run out of ideas like recent episodes of the Simpsons, the M3 always has something new to offer.
Saturday, 26 November 2011
The Bewitching Hour:- An AMG Evening.
There's a homeless man sitting on the bench the on other side of the road. I'm sitting here, in a frightfully well-to-do part of Westminster, in a Mercedes-Benz C63 AMG coupé. I'm sitting on a startlingly comfortable leather recliner, listening to BBC 6 through the Harmon Kardon augmented hifi, and drinking occasionally from a bottle of Tropicana Orange juice. I feel slightly guilty in admitting that, right now, my life is probably a little more rewarding than his.
It's been a slightly strange evening, actually. As you know, the cars I drive are ridiculously diverse; I'd usually be spending my evening in a car worth about one eightieth the value of this one. But tonight, and tonight only, I get to act out my overprivelaged douchebag fantasies.
Monday, 21 March 2011
Driven #25:- C63 AMG vs C350CD
The Mercedes-Benz C63 AMG and its less expensive, less specialist little brother, the diesel fuelled C350 CDi Sport live at different reaches of the same price-list. They're salt and pepper, coffee and cream, scotch and soda. One loud and rambunctious, one coldly efficient. Or are they?
My major driving task for today saw me spending serious miles in both cars, looking for some kind of verdict, I didn't quite know what. After a day in two black leather saddles, what had I learnt?
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