For years, I’ve been more than content with the performance of BMW’s offerings, particularly the 335 and lately the 135. However, the insatiable desire for more power, that familiar automotive greed, began to creep in. Five-second 0-60 mph times felt adequate, but a nagging voice insisted that something quicker, something closer to four and a half seconds, was within reach and deserved. It was time, I reasoned, to explore the next level of performance.
Naturally, the BMW M3 seemed like the obvious progression, given my brand loyalty. Yet, I try to remain open-minded, and the allure of Mercedes-Benz, specifically the C63 AMG, was undeniable. After numerous online reviews and articles, I unexpectedly encountered a 2010 Mercedes-Benz C63 AMG at a Porsche dealership while casually browsing Cayman S models. Fate, perhaps? It seemed only logical to take it for a test drive, just to see what all the fuss was about.
Good heavens. This machine felt… different. It’s been described as the Josef Mengele of motorcars, a phrase that, while extreme, hints at the car’s underlying intensity. Jeremy Clarkson’s description resonated more accurately: “an axe murderer with headlights.” Frankly, I wouldn’t have been surprised to find a button labeled “Axe Murderer Mode” right on the dashboard.
Within minutes of ignition, my driving style devolved into something decidedly antisocial. Weaving through traffic, pinning myself against the seat with each open stretch of road, became the norm. Manic laughter and incoherent muttering accompanied the experience, likely doing little to reassure other drivers that I wasn’t, in fact, a menace, but merely a car enthusiast momentarily overwhelmed by a tidal wave of torque. Perhaps this quest for more power was ill-advised? Absolutely not.
The interior? Largely irrelevant in the face of such performance. Bolstered seats so aggressive they might graze the windshield? Bring it on. Fuel economy figures that could embarrass a petroleum executive? Acceptable collateral damage. This 2010 Mercedes-Benz C63 AMG is, unequivocally, seriously fun. The exhaust note alone is reason enough to rack up speeding tickets weekly, and genuinely thank the officer issuing them. It’s Germany’s raw and unapologetic answer to the American muscle car, but refined with respectable German quality and handling. While not quite as surgically precise as an M3 in the corners, the handling is more than commendable.
In a heartbeat, I’d buy one of these. Sanity, however, will likely prevail, and I can foresee myself ultimately choosing the more sensible M3 – the better all-around car, objectively speaking. Nevertheless, I have a strong feeling that just one particularly frustrating day at work might be all it takes to throw caution to the wind and make a decidedly… impulsive decision for the 2010 Mercedes-Benz C63 AMG.
