With its red-state styling and reassuring heft, the Mercedes-Benz SL has attracted the likes of bankers, barons, and busty housewives for the last six decades.
The SL's reputation congealed through a curious combination of conservative marketing, aggressive engineering, and a meticulously crafted Hollywood presence – from High Society to American Gigolo, each generation of the German roadster came factory equipped with the whiff of a certain something, a range-topping aura that has set the pace for the triple-pointed star lineup.
But focused, purebred performance? Not so much. For a real kick in the pants, spendy car freaks tended to plant their Tod's driving moccasins on the accelerator pedals of other Deutschland drives, namely BMWs and Porsches.
Driver detachment grew in tandem with the SL's burgeoning body mass index until drastic measures were finally taken with the sixth-generation roadster. For 2013, der neue SL introduced lighter, stiffer aluminum underpinnings that veer closer to the spirit of the car's original "Sport Light" designation. In spite of its unconvincing aesthetic sensibilities – this is a convertible only a wind tunnel could love – the newfound lightness prompted me to land the entry-level SL550 on my Wired Lust List. And yet lust, like all irrational emotions, is a relative force, and that sliding scale has since escalated to the next tier of automotive lasciviousness, the new SL63 AMG.
For 2013, der neue SL introduced lighter, stiffer aluminum underpinnings that veer closer to the spirit of the car's original "Sport Light" designation.When I got the chance to sample the latest demon child from Affalterbach, I quite frankly became conflicted over the SL63 almost immediately following my first press of the "start engine" button. On one hand, its 275 pounds of weight loss and power leap to 530 hp make it devilishly quick and noticeably more lively, with palpable, feel-it-at-the-wheel maneuverability. But while it's admittedly more handsome than its more pedestrian counterpart, the SL63 has also been gussied up by the oldest visual tricks in the tuner handbook: spoilers and ground effects. Understated as they may be, they're still a reminder that beneath all the go-fast trinkets, the SL's bones aren't exactly supermodel material. Adding insult to injury, some its dermatological features aren't even functional; the straked "vents" just aft of the front wheels are decorative, about as useful to engine cooling as a trumpet to a sea bass. You can practically hear Karl Benz and Gottlieb Daimler groaning in their graves.