Or getting lazy?
Had a big drive with the wife's W124 convertible.
More than 150km distance following mostly B roads staying at speed limits and enjoying the scenery.
Compared to the Z3 and the MX5, the big and heavy Mercedes was like a sofa on wheels, absorbed whatever bump the road had, felt like a solid piece of granite when pushed hard on turns and also had the power to pull away from slow traffic as if it had double the hp that the factory declares.
Somehow it made me redefine my driving and made me adjust to its scope.
Marvelously cruising under the afternoon orange sunset, next to the sea, feeling the summer breeze and listening (from an outdated but so well designed stereo) to my favourite tunes.
All of a sudden I realized why the 124 is her item of passion and since we now have two of them, a coupe that I intended to sell and the convertible, with both of us getting their retirement, maybe it is time to settle and reconsider
why I am sharing this here?
well... have no friends who can understand, just some old farts driving SUVs to their local grocery shop, and no other social presence to get bashed at.
and keep in mind my initial forum name was intended to be "midlife crisis" but was taken, so I guess that this circle is about to make ends meet and that the "sporty roadster" chapter comes to an end...
Thoughts?
Had a big drive with the wife's W124 convertible.
More than 150km distance following mostly B roads staying at speed limits and enjoying the scenery.
Compared to the Z3 and the MX5, the big and heavy Mercedes was like a sofa on wheels, absorbed whatever bump the road had, felt like a solid piece of granite when pushed hard on turns and also had the power to pull away from slow traffic as if it had double the hp that the factory declares.
Somehow it made me redefine my driving and made me adjust to its scope.
Marvelously cruising under the afternoon orange sunset, next to the sea, feeling the summer breeze and listening (from an outdated but so well designed stereo) to my favourite tunes.
All of a sudden I realized why the 124 is her item of passion and since we now have two of them, a coupe that I intended to sell and the convertible, with both of us getting their retirement, maybe it is time to settle and reconsider
why I am sharing this here?
well... have no friends who can understand, just some old farts driving SUVs to their local grocery shop, and no other social presence to get bashed at.
and keep in mind my initial forum name was intended to be "midlife crisis" but was taken, so I guess that this circle is about to make ends meet and that the "sporty roadster" chapter comes to an end...
Thoughts?