WE used to live in simpler times. If you’re a towkay, you buy a Mercedes. If you’re a yuppie, you buy a BMW. If you’re the Queen of England, you buy a Jaguar.
Nowadays, however, there’s a coupe-SUV-sports-car-yacht-kitchen-sink for every conceivable customer, and I don’t know what to think anymore.
The Mercedes-Benz SL-Class, to give it the dignity of its full title, is a reassuring constant amidst this sea of change, the bulwark against the erosion of Mercedes’ romantic splendour from the filling of ever more niches ever lower on the food chain.
For six unyielding generations, it has been the epicentre of Mercedes’ brand identity.
The SL is big, it is glamorous, it means you have arrived and in some style. No further explanation required.
So how do you…