Your garden-variety Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren is no shrinking violet. Snuggled up against the firewall is a 5.4-liter supercharged V-8 that cranks out 617 insane German horsepower. The exhaust outlets, jutting out of the front fenders just ahead of the doors, blast their sound track directly in the driver's face. The doors open upward. The window sticker flirts with a half-million dollars. And the styling? Good lord.
The SLR's hood is so long that if the front bumper arrives at dinner on time, the driver's seat will be a half-hour late. The SLR auditioned for the role of the Batmobile in the last Batman movie, but it was deemed a little too over-the-top. The bodywork contains enough scoops and slashes that Mercedes and Saleen recently signed the landmark Aero Aid Nonproliferation Pact to prevent one of them from unleashing a car made entirely of spoilers.
But too much is never enough, so what we need, obviously, is a wilder SLR. Mercedes is happy to oblige, upping their supercar ante with the new SLR McLaren 722 Edition. The 722 is like the base SLR, only faster, rarer, and more expensive. Now, please bear with me while I explain why it isn't quite crazy enough.
When I first heard of the 722 Edition, I naturally figured that it would have 722 hp. "Nice," I thought. "DaimlerChrysler realizes that when its own Viper is putting out 600 hp, the ol' flagship needs a fresh infusion of beans." Well, it turns out that the 722 Edition got more power, but it's an evolutionary improvement: 650 horses, up from 617. It's also lighter by about 90 pounds and has 128 percent more downforce at the front end, courtesy of a new carbon-fiber front splitter. The "722," incidentally, refers to the number on Stirling Moss's 300SLR that won the 1955 Mille Miglia. That car wore number 722 because Moss and his co-driver started the race at 7:22 a.m. (If naming cars after a time of day is to become a trend, I can't wait for the Buick Lucerne Early Bird Special Edition.)
Mercedes introduced the 722 Edition in Dubai, where one morning I'm handed the keys and told to go on my merry way. Mercedes throws in a route book, and when I say I'll probably just use the navigation system, one of the Mercedes men laughs at my navet. "There's no navigation system," he says. "What do you think this is, a Lexus?" This brings to mind Martin Lawrence's dis of Will Smith's Porsche 911 Turbo in the movie Bad Boys, when he learns the Porsche doesn't have cupholders: "Limited edition? You damn right it's limited."
I try to follow the route book, but after ten minutes it's clear that attempting to read directions while driving a McLaren SLR in Middle Eastern traffic is the kind of multitasking that's going to end with splintered carbon fiber and tearful recriminations. I give up on the map and simply follow the road out of the city, and eventually I blunder onto the jackpot: a beautiful, lightly trafficked road out in the desert. I do a recon run to ensure there are no speed cameras. Let the games begin. ...next page >>