Remember those gorgeous, defiantly boxy, deliciously German-looking Mercedes' of the nineties? The ones whose trunks held those nifty five-CD players, stuffed with Smash Mouth, Sister Hazel and Natalie Imbruglia? Well we do. And my how we miss 'em.
We ran into this pristine, fourth generation Mercedes SL500 convertible from the mid-nineties on our way to Citta Nuovo in East Hampton for dinner and were instantly smitten. I'm not usually a fan of red sports cars (kind of seems like overkill) but with a car as classic as this, it could pretty much be brown and yellow and I'd still faint at the chance to take it for a spin, soft-top down and nineties pop blaring with my flannel shirt flapping in the wind behind me.