Spitting rhymes from SSK to SLK, and beyond.

June 08, 2016

By Ben Keeshin/The Drive

This article was originally published on The Drive on June 8, 2016. Check out for everything cars, culture and the people who made both.

At the start of things, in 1901
A young frau and her beau could find open-air fun.
From behind the wheel, the countryside sweetens
Especially inside a 30-horse Phaeton.


Then came the Twenties, with requisite roaring
And from Daimler Benz? The Type SSK Touring.
Fenders, headlamps and bustles, included.
Now, for collectors? Highly exclusive.


Next were the Thirties, with murder and warring—
Through crowds in a Großer sailed Himmler and Göring.
And the Fürher himself, mustached spawn of Hades
By far the worst fellow to ride a Mercedes.

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The Post-War Era bore the “Cabrio D”—
Staid, simple and homely, but still fit for Capri.
In ‘49, for criminals, transport got breezy:
Enter the Offener-Tourenwagen-Polizei.

In ‘52, topless Benzes got power,
With the princely—nay kingly—droptop Adenauer.
The 300 S W188:
A roadster for barons who hated to wait.


Late 1-9-5-9, the S Cabrio came,
With stacked lights, four seats—an elegant dame.
For golfing or cruising casinos afar,
The low-grill Big Benz was the ultimate car.

With JFK dead, the USA mourned.
But at least the “Pagoda” arrived here well-formed?
Square, somewhat French, with a potent straight-six
The brand new SL left viewers transfixed.


With the Seventies came the R107,
Upright, quite rigid, from Engineer Heaven.
Known to some as the “90210 taxi”
It reads to this day as unerringly classy

Eighteen years later, its dominance ended.
Demands of modernity left fans’ hearts well-rended.
But the ‘89 SL brought its own kind of charms:
ESP, rolls-hoops and myriad alarms.


Cresting the Nineties, Benz made a four-seater:
An E-Class convertible, replete with seat heaters.
Docile and swift and with room for the Corgies,
It shuttled rich WASPs to gin-fueled orgies.

(For those with less funding, see the wee SLK,
A diminutive roadster—a hairdresser’s bae.)


Two-thousand marked the dawn of a brand-new SL.
(The SL55 was rapid as hell.)
Later, downmarket, came squat CLK—
A fine choice for some, if you don’t mind some sway.

Today, we swim in a bevy of Benzes,
All without tops—if you have the expenses.
SLC, S-Cabrio, SL and E-Class,
Most of them perfect sans steel roof or glass.

The latest that’s charmed us, with power and poise?
(And, of course, some raucous AMG noise?)
The new C-Class Cabrio, a vigorous steer.
(We drove it in Italy: get the link here.)

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