And wait we did, through the rumors that Mercedes had finally decided that maybe Americans weren't so small-ophobic after all. Through the selection of Penske as the importer. Through the online reservation program and the painfully slow wait for local dealers to be named. (Was there ever any doubt it was going to be your local Mercedes shill?) Through the long, supply-chain-unoptimized delivery process, which included an extended campout in Long Beach waiting for the car to clear 9/11-enhanced customs procedures.
And finally, here it is, waiting for us in all it minuscule, Pink Pantherized glory, ready to make anyone with an SUV, a tight schedule and a home or job in a tough parking neighborhood grind their teeth. Oh, I can't wait to start pissing people off! A much better emotional payoff, in my book, than Prius smugness.
Stay tuned for further impressions once honey and I take delivery, including a full-fledged review.
