Hey, datz racing. It’s also good for viewership, right?

That sucker needs [another] heart transplant. Any 4-pot turbo Ford will do.

They won’t sell it here because they can’t compete with the Ridgeline on price, content or reliably - never mind the Tundra, Titan, or the big three. The Merc is a weekend toy for wealthy millennials.

No sweat. We will just keep looking to California, Toyota, Honda and Mazda to advance the techologies that the “big three” are too lazy and/or greedy to attempt. Thank God for them.

XKCD! Love that guy and his twisted logic.

I’m with Patrick, but I see an estate wagon version.

Ditto - any Merc wagon.

Mud sucks.

This is precisely why, when faced with the choice, I bought an ‘86 CRX Si. Man, you could pack a load of crap in that thing.

You can get motorcycles, but you have to ride them like an old man.

It is a little over-the-top in red. I’m sure that Mom would be just fine with one in silver.

Nice. Now, lets resurrect an updated (not too refined, now!) C30.

The photographer did a great job of hiding that monstrosity on the roof in the branches of a tree. Why else would he lie on his stomach for a shot?

IMO, every manual GT3 will get snapped up yesterday no matter what we opine about it’s significance. People who actually race or drive a GT3 will get the PDK. Collectors and some non-racer types will buy the manual. Since there will surely be fewer manual versions, those will be more collectible than those with the…

I concur!

Dunno. I think I’d rather have a C63 coupe at this price point. Say what you will about Mercedes, but at least they’re not phoning in a 10-year old model.

Is Trump a partner in JetSmarter?

I hear you, but what is the shop’s standard for judging an RS’s road manners? How would they go about modifying or recommending modifications to the owner if they judged the specified work to be somehow “in need”? I mean, WTF, are these dopes going to say that it needs bigger tires or “better” suspension components so…

I guess it’s not just teenagers that experience these magnificent “oh, shit” moments.

Mixed feelings on this one: 1990 Taurus SHO.