Call me crazy, but I loved the 6.9 Mercedes of the 1970’s. Big, brash, grey market beast that I saw beat a 308 in a sprint. The prototype of the future AMG miracles. BAMF.
“Call me crazy, but I loved the 6.9 Mercedes of the 1970’s. Big, brash, grey market beast that I saw beat a 308 in a sprint. The prototype of the future AMG miracles. BAMF.”
Not crazy at all. The ultimate sleeper. My Dad had a white 300TD that did not so much accelerate as gather momentum but would then cruise whatever speed all day. It seemed to be invisible to cops.