Nice...
My best friend popped by today in his mint condition 1975 Mercedes 280SL convertible. He got out and and we shot the breeze for a bit, until we realized we had no beer. He wanted me to the liquor store with him, but I said in my best Estelle Costanza voice "I won't ride in a German Car".
As he threw me the keys, I said "I didn't say anything about driving a German Car..."
Sweet ride, but what's up with the HUGE steering wheel?
