During my soujourn on the other side of the pond, I was delighted to score an early drive in the new CL550. Unfortunately, my enthusiasm was somewhat blunted by the French Mercedes salesman's incessant questioning. He kept interrupting my concentration to ask me how to adjust his seat massage system. Then, thanks to his oafish fiddling with the car's COMAND navigation system, I was distracted by a computerized frenchwoman ordering me to make a U-turn s'il possible. I contemplated pulling over sur le grand-rue to garrote both of my companions, but I couldn't find a Parisian parking space of sufficient enormity to berth the German dreadnought. Tant pis pour moi.