The car handles great. The ride, in comfort mode, is very smooth. I don't even notice the gear changes. Steering is quite responsive. Acceleration is, well, let me put it this way. If you are gentle on the gas pedal, the car is quite tame and could easily be mistaken for an "ordinary" Mercedes. Push just a little on the gas and you can easily get around slow moving traffic. But push down more and the beast shakes off its disguise, roaring to life. If you want, you can push the pedal to the floor and you will be pushed back into your seat like a pilot in a fighter jet being catapulted off of an aircraft carrier. But if you aren't trying to verify that the car will do 0-60 in 4.6 seconds, you just push down a little and the car goes and goes and goes with ever increasing speed.
I hadn't mentioned it before, because I wasn't sure that it was going to work out until just before we left, but several weeks ago, I received a message from someone at AMG saying that they had read my post on the AMG Private Lounge forum, and asking if it would be possible for them to send someone to accompany me when I picked up the car and drove it back to France. This was on, then off, then on again. For logistical reasons, they decided just to accompany us on Thursday, as we drove from Hamburg to Affalterbach. They had also arranged for us to have a private tour of the AMG factory. As you can imagine, I was thrilled by the idea.
We met Hanna, a media consultant, and Lucas, a photographer, at our hotel in Hamburg on Wednesday night. On Thursday morning, they took some photos, and off we went. Lucas joined us in the R63, taking photos from inside the car, while Hanna followed in their rental car. When we stopped for gas, Hanna and Lucas changed places. The factory tour was scheduled for 3 p.m. and the GPS indicated that we should arrive with half an hour to spare.
We were rolling at a nice pace (I wasn't trying to go fast because I was responding to Hanna's questions), but there was a lot of road work on the autobahn. Our speed was going up and down from 130 (kilometers/hour) to 110 to 80 to 60 and back up to 130, only to come down again, over and over. And then . . . we came to a complete stop. After not moving an inch for 20 minutes, I turned off the engine. We were parked on the autobahn. So much for the stories I had heard about cars flashing their lights to get you to move over when they were still 2 miles behind you. We sat . . . and we sat . . . and we inched forward . . . and we sat some more. Several times I turned the car off.
It took more than 2 hours to go 15 kilometers (9 miles). Our entire side of the autobahn was closed. It went from 4 lanes, to 2 lanes, to 1 lane, and then we had to exit and take secondary roads for about 20 miles before we got back on the autobahn. By then, The GPS was telling us that we wouldn't get to Affalterbach until 5 p.m. That's when I started putting my foot down, when I could. We continued to have road work with reduced speeds of 80 and 60 km/hour, as well as sections at 120 or 130. And then there were the round white signs with the black diagonal lines indicating that there was no speed limit. I took it up to 140 km/h, then 150, and eventually up to 190 (118 miles per hour). I would have liked to get it up to 200 (125 miles per hour), but there was intermittent rain and wind.
At this point, Hanna and Lucas were both in their rental car. They called AMG, then called us. It was going to be too late for the factory tour by the time we arrived, and it was not possible to do a factory tour the next morning. We had made up some time and it looked like we would arrive about 4:30 p.m., so we would still get to visit the showroom, which closed at 5 p.m. We did arrive in Affalterbach about 4:30 p.m., but our 2007 satnav system insisted that we take a dead end road. We could see that it was blocked with plastic barriers, so I assume that in 2007 the road went through. It took us 20 minutes to find a way around, and we finally arrived at AMG HQ at 4:55 p.m., just as everything was closing. I was disappointed and frustrated.
But when we pulled in front of the showroom, there were three people, in addition to Hanna and Lucas, waiting for us. Alex, Adrian, and Diana. Diana is in charge of the real AMG Private Lounge. The rest of our time there was such a blur, that I'm not yet sure exactly what Alex and Adrian's titles are. They welcomed us warmly, invited me to park the R63 in a place of honor in front of all the current AMG cars. Lucas took more photos and Alex started talking to me about the R63 and told me that they were thrilled to have us bring it by the factory. Then they invited us up to the private lounge, offered us something to drink, and Alex started telling us about the history of AMG and the plans for the future direction of the company. Then they took us back to the showroom and opened it up just for us. We walked around looking at the cars on display, and Alex invited me to sit in the new AMG GT 4 door coupe. The technological differences between our 2007 R63 and the 2020 AMG GT are enormous. He also showed me an AMG GT4 racer that was amazing.
I looked at my watch and realized that we had been there for an hour and a half. They had treated us like royalty. It was getting late. Hanna had to catch a flight back to Berlin. Lucas was expected by family in the area. The others needed to get home, and we still had over two hours of driving to get to our hotel in Mulhouse, France. Before everyone left, they gave us some gifts, including roses for my wife. Then as everyone was saying goodby, Alex looked at me and said, "You know, the night shift has started in the engine factory. Would you like to see where your engine was made? And would you like me to show you the future?" There was no way I was going to turn down that offer. So we spent another 30 minutes with Alex and got to meet a couple of the master techs who build the engines.
It was a fabulous experience, and left me with a strong desire to return someday when we can spend more time there, and also visit the Mercedes Museum in Stuttgart.
You may have noticed that there are no photos in this post. With Lucas taking photos, our talking with Hanna, our frustration as we sat in the autobahn parking lot, and putting my foot down trying to make up a little time, neither my wife nor I took a single picture. We have one Polaroid with the folks from AMG that I will scan and put up soon. And I'm hoping (and praying) that Lucas will share some of his photos with us.
It's after midnight here, so I'm calling it a night and will share some more soon.