So says Bruce Springsteen in Born to Run.
I swerved down into Harpswell, ME, on the way home from Boston Logan airport and another business trip, and checked out a 2010 Audi S5. As sexy as coupes come, and pretty much as quick as they do as well. 350 horse, same with torque, and all wheel drive combine to get you to 60 in 4.9. After driving it, I don't doubt it.
I spent last night and half of today trying to convince myself I want it.
But then I took an hour and put the replacement fuel injector into old blue, the A8, hooked up all the plumbing and wiring and crossed my fingers as I turned the key. Stumble, stumble, rumble, rumble and then the fuel rails pressurized and the familiar sweet swell and steady, smooth idle of this old soldier of an engine settled in. Yap, that's what she's supposed to do. I backed her out of the garage and up onto the road, honked the horn, and gave her some heavy footage. She just ran away, smooth, refined, competent, quick.
Now that's what I like in a car! Sorry S5; you're unrefined like a mustang. And you're not as much fun as this old girl.
I picked up the Mercedes with her new accelerator (not a gas pedal, nay-nay; an accelerator) and pointed her towards home. After the hour of driving I'd put into the A8, the Merc was simply sterile and boring. And she'll be headed out the door.
I'll bide my time and wait for the right 2011 A8 to come along.
|Keep in mind that the exterior is even more beautiful.|
|The back seat is pretty nice, too.|
It's taken a lot of dates for me to realize that what I want was waiting for me at home all along. Of course, Mrs. Toadroller was quick to say she'd told me so, and she was right. Again.