Ah, the rite of passage. Like a gentleman’s first single malt whiskey or first graduate degree, there are certain moments that mark one’s arrival at the next chapter of life. And, if you have one of these three vehicles, then “Mazel tav!” – you’re having a baby.
“Wait a minute,” you say, “I don’t have a baby.” You may not have one yet, but the primordial, procreative portion of your psyche knows better. It is, after all, why you just spent a fortune on a the automotive equivalent of Erdinger. I mean, sure it’s German, it tastes the part, but wouldn’t you rather have a Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier? Here’s why you couldn’t help yourself.
“You don’t actually own a Mercedes-Benz unless it cost more than sixty-grand.” Or “Owning a Mercedes-Benz doesn’t happen below an E-Class.” Perhaps, dear readers, you have heard some iteration of this sentiment before. The Gentleman Motorist has (repeatedly), and was inclined to dismiss it as mere hogwash or puffery – the sort of self-aggrandizing, self-justification that the flows from the mouths of the wealthy like Louis XIII from its crystal vessel. But after a recent stint behind the wheel of a 2014 CLS 550, the Gentleman Motorist has learned that it’s also quite true. Here’s why.
“I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.” – Oscar Wilde