Culture: How our Mercedes Benz fling turned us into those girls…


We are beginning to think Janis Joplin was onto something and not just having a diva moment when she asked the big man to buy her a Mercedes Benz. It turns out her denial of Porches wasn’t a matter of high maintenance at all. Girlfriend just had really good taste.

Not sure what we’re talking about? Heck we’re either too old or we need to discuss your taste in music. But we will come back to that another time…

A few weeks ago LOVE TWAIN joined the AFF family and as one of the perks of joining a stylish little clique, we received a stylish little car from the official festival partner, Mercedes Benz Adelaide.

Naturally, we played it off like… no big deal.



Now, if you had asked us what A250 meant a few weeks ago, we would have told you it was probably a highway exit or the number of years it would take to repay our credit cards (thank you Alessandro Michele).But ask us what A250 means now and we will tell you it’s the summer AFF fling we never want to end.

What you need to know is that we were never the cheating type. We were committed to our respective cars and accepted them for who they were, dents, scratches and all. It was never about the sun roof, heated seats, surround sound and power. It was all about personality…

But we should have seen it coming…



It all started with a little innocent flirting…
I mean it was just showing off sitting in our driveway. We couldn’t just leave it there. It would have been criminal not to take it for a drive or two around the block…

But then we started making excuses to spend time together…
It’s our duty to spread the #AFF17 message. We simply have to drive it around. We can’t take the Mazda to visit the Paolo Sebastian showroom, because well fashun. No milk, in the house? Let’s go for a drive? Meeting in town? Oh god no, let’s make sure we lock in a really far away location…

We soon became addicted to the power…
Before we knew it, we were driving from Grange to the City via Glenelg because; well sometimes it’s just criminal to drive 60km an hour. That little stretch of road where we could drive 80km an hour became our good deed for the day. I mean, god made it a four-wheel drive after all…



Then we joined the clique….
Once upon a time we used to spot Mercedes cars on the road and automatically multiply the car with the number of shoes sacrificed to get that baby on the road. Let’s say a Mercedes G-Class SUV versus Kim Kardashian’s shoe collection. But now we joined the clique and began to nod at our fellow Mercedes owners… (Who did we become?!?).

The excuses just kept coming…
It’s a matter of health. It’s too cold, so we need the heated seats. The sun is out, so we need to utilize the sunroof and get some Vitamin D. The speakers are better and we need to listen to music. We’re wearing Gucci’s, it’s a matter of respect to our shoes…

Then we really started to play with fire…
Our neighbour’s began to notice something different. Our cars never left the garage and there was that one momentary lapse of judgment when we hugged the A250 out in public. *Sad but true.

We became complacent…
We didn’t cover our tracks. Our favorites bar swapped out net-a-porter for mercedesbenz.com.au and Gucci gave way to carsales.com. We began to multiply our shoe closet in terms of an A250 and even began listing our shoes on ebay. One shoe, one step closer to the dream.

We fell in love.

Now life will never be the same again.