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19 seconds. That’s how long it takes for the Mercedes Benz S-Class Cabriolet to transform from a docile, luxurious soft-domed coupe to a chrome-fanged, open-air dream cruiser. Its top sneaks down subtly, wryly, like Peter Parker becoming Spider-Man. It practically intones, “Are you ready?” as it baits you with LED side-eye. One moment it’s something genteel and the next it’s deserving of every superlative. Wait to start the engine until after the top is down, by the way — the AMG S 63 barks on command.
On a drive across the Riviera, the car drew looks from everyone: a Frenchman on the Promenade de Anglais proposing a one-sided trade for his Citroen C15; an herb-foraging duo in Montaroux, gleefully waving from the side of the road; construction workers in a cliff-carved village near Les Arcs, hollering jokes as they shored up a patch of asphalt. The car even turned heads on a slow crawl through Cannes, still special even in a locale where vehicles of its class are common.
“It’s the easiest car to explain to people,” one Mercedes development head said. “They just look at it and go, ‘Wow.’” Mercedes did declare 2016 “The Year of the Dream Car,” after all, and the S-Class Cabriolet fits in perfectly. The car carries the smoldering torch for the iconic, elegant 220 SE Cabriolet, a classic car last made in 1971 that can fetch around $300,000 in auction today. The bright minds in Stuttgart took 45 years to bring another open-air, two-door four-seater to market, so perfection is expected, and delivered. Getting in the driver’s seat of a cabriolet like this changes a person — it changed me. I mused on why the S-Class Cabriolet and its fantasy-car ilk exist — if not to feed our own egos, to elevate us, to remind of us luxury we didn’t know we needed but can’t seem to live without? The S-Class Cabriolet has an easy way of fueling an inflated sense of self. A man possessed by opulence, I took to the roads.
I found that the car’s moniker is not just symbolic. It is dripping in luxury like its S-Class siblings, each feature translated to thrive in a convertible. Like the S-Class coupe, the Cabriolet is a feat of physics and noise reduction, but it’s even more vital here as the car shoves air over the windshield, offering only a whispering whoosh as the byproduct. Even sans roof, the cabin is quiet enough to hold a normal conversation. As a driver, your body wants for naught. The Airscarf headrest warms your neck. The steering wheel heats your hands, as the armrest does your appendages. The massage feature soothes your back. And yes, the Aircap protects your coif.
2017 Mercedes-Benz S-Class Cabriolet
