Bond Girl in the MB GTS
This GT/S is by far the most exhilarating car I’ve driven yet... I instantly feel as though I’m on a high-speed chase swerving down the DVP.
My long sequin dress hiked up so that I can fit in the snug bucket seats, and my red bottom stilettos wishing for a third pedal.
I’d just finished fighting off the Tandori Master in Markham and repossessed the “light of the city” a.k.a the one light bulb at the top of the CN Tower💡. Now I must return it to Norm Kelly to put it back in the tower before the Canada Day fireworks start.
The car drifts as it takes a turn and immediately commands my attention. It’s a supercar alright, but one with such class and comfort that only Mercedes could deliver. I could easily take this beast on a road trip to Montreal and “not break my back” as the rightful owner has done himself.
It’s literally impossible to drive this car without the urge to accelerate it audaciously. For nothing else, other than to hear the engine roar and exude your inner animal.
That crackling sound fires me up and I push further on the gas. My arms fully extended, I grab the steering wheel even tighter; “Get out of my way people” I’ve got important matter to attend to.
I’m focused on the road, but I can feel heads turning as I pass through. I know they’re looking at the car, but that means they’re looking at me too. I squint. I feel very important.
The car downshifts as we get off the ramp. I pick it up again and speed all the way to the tower. We slide in letting the back drift and stick it for a perfect landing. Norm runs to the car and I hand over the large lightbulb. “You’ve saved us Aniseh! The people of Toronto will have their perfect Canada Day celebration thanks to you. How will we ever thank you?”
“No problem Norm. Maybe you can help me with a couple speeding tickets