My Dad has been trying to get rid of this car for over 10 years. I of course would have nothing of the sort and have always loved it not only for its sleek style and power but for because I've found it to be one of the few tangible objects to evoke memories from my past.
Dad picked it up new in 1987 I believe, the same year he picked up an ancient chevy conversion van back when they were popular. The van was for the family and this was obviously for him alone. He even wore this silly racing gloves when he drove it till the 90s knocked some sense into him. Despite being only 7 or 8 at the time I also remember both the test drive of this and of the 911 he considered buying. I'm glad he picked this up, though I'm surprised he picked an automatic transmission car.
The back bench (with the intended use of storage) in this body-style mercedes only worked as a backseat for a scrunched up child for a couple years till we simply were too big. Never the less I'll always associate the car with my childhood and to my father's slight complaint, yet understanding he has selflessly kept it running till I have a garage to put it in. True to form, it's always in pretty good shape.