The Stig versus the Mercedes SLS Black
Our tame racing driver gets sideways in the very maddest Merc before a road trip to AMG headquarters…
Posted: 09 May 2013
In the distance, much screeching can be heard, and, every so often, there’s a bellow and snarl as the SLS Black thunders past on the main straight. From where I’m standing, it seems as though the air is being ripped open. The thing sounds titanic.
But not for long, not the way Stig treats it. The SLS doesn’t look haggard as it rumbles back down the pit lane, trailing a light fug of brake and tyre vapour. It looks energised. I keep waving him on, past the spare tyres to the bay where two other SLSs are parked. One’s electric blue, and, er, electric, the other’s matt black and, well, not electric. A GT3 racer, no less. At this point, I let nature take its course. Well, in so far as it’s possible for nature to have any say over a binary being that now seems to be emitting little cooing bleeps.