Mercedes 450 SL Found Abandoned – How The Mighty Have Fallen

This was once one of the most expensive and desirable cars. For almost twenty years (1971-1989) the R107 SL was the default choice for someone who was obviously more interested in their image projection than in mere transportation. No wonder it was the car of choice in Hollywood, Beverly Hills and Palm Springs, for those that made a living from projecting images on the big screen. These were thick as flies on a fresh turd during my years living within a stone’s throw of Beverly Hills.

As its ability to convey a certain image grew, and it became relatively more affordable as a used car, the SL started to show up in all sorts of places. But I never expected to see one abandoned on a weedy right of way next to Hwy 99 in Eugene. It can happen to the best of us.

Here’s where I found it, under this billboard on a triangle of grass and weeds between the highway, a side street and a parking lot. I had to stop and take a look. Did someone drive it there late at night under the influence? But there’s no license plate.

It’s been there for a while, as ODOT’s mowers have thrown their grass clippings all over it.

It’s a 450 SL, sold here from 1972 through 1980, after which it was replaced by the somewhat weak-chested 380 SL which i turn was replaced in 1986 by the well-endowed 560 SL. Obviously it’s a 1974 or later MY due to the 5 mile bumpers.

No, that’s not how the wipers are supposed to be. But they are unusual in that they are parallel and very close together. The passenger side arm should be over resting on top of the driver side’s arm.

Look at those vintage genuine shealing lambskin seat covers. I had them in my 300E; so comfy in either hot or cold. No wonder airline pilots still sit on them. I can still smell mine.

Of course I was initially impressed by the R107 when it first appeared, although replacing its classic “pagoda” predecessor was bound to be a challenge. But the removable hardtop didn’t work for me from the get-go. I know; it’s a hard thing to pull off, and I am an unabashed lover of the pagoda top.

These were of course quite rare in Iowa in the years after I moved back there in 1971. But when I moved to SoCal in 1977, they were everywhere. And I’m going to sound like a stuck up prick, but the folks mostly driving (puttering. actually) them in Beverly Hills and such really turned me off them. I used to think of SL’s as primarily the domain of successful men who really appreciated its driving dynamics; now there was a sea of overly-made up women parking them at Bonwit-Teller and Saks, or old guys with combovers and white shoes. The horrible 5-mile bumpers only enhanced their turn-off vibes. I wouldn’t have been caught dead in one.

But your mileage may vary…

I do wonder just how this got here and what its future is. Not good, I’m going to guess. You can be a Mercedes SL  — or a very important leader of a nation — but when you get beyond a certain stage of decline and decrepitude, it’s time to call it quits; hopefully in a more dignified way or setting than this one.

 

Related CC reading:

1989 Mercedes-Benz 560 SL (R107) “Final Edition”:  Bei Mir Bist Du Schön  Tatra87

Junkyard Musings: Color Me Verklempt – The Joy Of The Saddest Mercedes-Benz R107   Jim Klein