Lord, won’t you loan me a Mercedes Benz?
So, I took Klaus back to the body shop today to have his peeling paint issue resolved. Upon arrival, I was anticipating the ‘little Mazda’ they told me that I’d be driving while the repairs took place. However, when my ride pulled up, I was greeted by this:
“I’m really sorry…we’re going to have to give you the Mercedes,” says the employee.
“Oh, no…it’s fine. Really,” I retorted.
*puzzled look*
“It’s really old…” he added as he handed me the keys.
“I know!”
You have no idea how excited I am to be driving this 1984 190E. Sure, the radio doesn’t work. And it’s slow. And creaks if you do anything. And cruise control is a cruel joke. It has amazing leather seats, though, and undeniable, timeless style. It screams class…or at least Eurotrash. Either way, I love it. I took it for a joyride tonight and had such a blast twisting through the back country roads, rear-driven tires squealing. The first time I’ve gone driving just to drive since gas topped $2/gallon. I’ve missed it.
