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"         lent me one of their new SLS AMGs for a week. 168 hours! I was startled by the intensity of having that car around, a sort of exalted level of consciousness. It seemed critical to max out every moment with it, not to miss any opportunity to lend it out or take people for rides or just have them sit in it.   We parked it on the lawn next to our 1954 Gullwing and were astonished to see how much bigger the new one is. Its long hood conveys power, but other styling features lack the older car&amp;#039;s clarity of purpose, the sense that every line is immutable. Comparisons end, however, when you hit the road. I quickly became addicted to the SLS&amp;#039;s acceleration\u2014especially the way it keeps coming on over 100 mph, seeming to accelerate harder still, as if you were plunging downhill.   I took it to Lime Rock, where it pounded around all afternoon, averaging 90 mph but showing no signs of overheating or brake fade. My choice of settings was for full manual shifting (love those paddles) and a suspension mode that eliminated the understeer and let the throttle move the tail around. It felt a little heavy in the turns, using a lot of road, but that&amp;#039;s thanks to the weight of the safety features and various amenities you want to have for road driving.   This car is full of contrasts: It evokes the past and the glorious heritage of a great manufacturer, yet it&amp;#039;s loaded with all the modern gizmos. It&amp;#039;s a tough, no-nonsense machine, yet I came to feel real affection for it and\u2014along with my whole family\u2014dreaded the day it had to go home. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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