I’d been trudging up to the Alps chalet, my feet stopped in their snowy tracks. A glimmering gold W126 Mercedes-Benz S-Class sat on winter tires, with chains on the rears. It looked perfect. Instantly I was transported to a garage in Fargo, N.D., that belonged to my grandparents, Grandpa and Nonnie as I called them. It was like…an out…
Feder: The Mercedes-Benz S-Class makes time stand still



