This might actually be my dad’s car years after he sold it. I’d post a picture of 6-year-old me next to the car if i could find one.

It caught on fire. In a parking lot. Spontaneously.

His car was imported from Germany before Mercedes lobbied congress to make it harder for Americans to import cars from other countries.

It took my dad’s mechanic 9 months to put his 230 E back together. once the car was running again my dad sold it at a swap meet, never telling the guy who bought it that it caught on fire.

This all happened in around 1999 - 2001. Unless you count old Volvo wagons, my dad’s old mercedes was the last interesting car he owned.

If my dad still had the car today, I guess it would be cool to talk about it on the internet, but in reality that mercedes was loud, shaky, slow, and unrefined. Exactly the opposite of what Mercedes is today.