This morning on the way into work, I pull up to the red light first in line, and next to me is a GLC AMG 63 V8 Biturbo popping and crackling and loaded for bear. Light turns green and I proceed normally in my new LR3 - and normal for me is a little quick but nothing near full throttle (do we still call it that?). Anyways, the Benz decides this is the SLC Summer Nationals and is giving it everything he's got - engine roaring and crackling. Except he doesn't catch me, and the light on the next block turns red and we're right back where we were. Next time the light turns green, I give him a closer view of what the LR can do, and try as he may he can't close the gap.
A few blocks down the road, and yet another red (my drive to work is so fun!) a Hyundai pulls up next to me and gestures me to roll down the window. She says "did that Mercedes try racing you?". I nod. She says: "even I know that's stupid".
I love my new car.
A few blocks down the road, and yet another red (my drive to work is so fun!) a Hyundai pulls up next to me and gestures me to roll down the window. She says "did that Mercedes try racing you?". I nod. She says: "even I know that's stupid".
I love my new car.