Made with precise attention to detail, reward your little one with this Mercedes-Benz GL63 AMG ride on car. Bring home the perfect gift with easy to learn controls combined with authentic details that looks just like the full-scale model manufactured by Mercedes-Benz. This ride on car gives parents the ability to steer the child or let your child drive it by stepping on/off the pedal to accelerate and brake. Real rubber tires give a smoother ride and faster braking. Doors on both sides swing open for easy access. Bright LED lights adorn the front and back, as well as on the dashboard. Included are sound effects when the engine starts, plus a built-in MP3 player with AUX input so you can play your own tunes. All powered by an energy efficient 12V battery for hours of nonstop excitement. Embossed in the front grill you'll find the Mercedes logo with AMG license plates, and the model designation in chrome on the trunk, distinguishing it as an ultra-superior Mercedes Benz GL63 AMG, the finest of them all. Everything from the steering wheel to the LED lights resemble the original to the point where you wouldn't tell it apart in a close-up picture. Plus, its sold and shipped from the USA! This ride on car makes a perfect gift for all occasions, everyone will love it!
The brake system鈥檚 weaknesses concerned us a bit. The rest of the issues were minor nuisances. We were perplexed, though, by the vehicle鈥檚 occasional electro-psychotic episodes. Apropos of nothing, the GL鈥檚 massively complicated electrical systems would just take a break. Sometimes the rear cameras would fail to function. Sometimes all of the electronic safety nets would throw their tiny silicon hands up and refuse to do anything but warn us that they were inoperative. Thankfully, cycling the ignition always set things straight. The dealer could never find a fault with the vehicle, possibly because the GL had gone back on its meds in the intervening time. But it was frustrating. On one occasion, we hopped in the GL on a particularly frigid morning to find its battery completely dead鈥攖hat would be when we yanked the hood-release lever off the SUV. A jump from a kindly woman in a rusted-out Ford Windstar got us moving again. 678. Combine that with the GL鈥檚 16-mpg average over its stay, and the cost of running this bus was substantial.
On the upside, the GL450 was, for many of us dwellers of the upper Midwest, the ultimate snow machine during what proved to be the ultimate snow season. The thing was simply unstoppable. We used Pirelli Scorpion Ice & Snow tires during the winter, which helped a great deal in that regard. Despite its outsized appetite for brake rotors and occasional spells of pure crazy, we remain stubborn fans of the GL450鈥檚 accommodating interior, smooth powertrain, and easygoing demeanor. And, you know, buffalo aren鈥檛 exactly perfect, either. We say rude not in the sense as if we were talking about behavior in a Boss 302 Mustang or Subaru STI. We don鈥檛 mean rudeness behind the wheel. In fact, the GL450 has a positively narcotic effect on our drivers, as if it were a 5855-pound brown lump of opium. This posh family hauler is an anti-aggression-mobile. No, the problem arises at the sign-out board in our equally posh headquarters in Ann Arbor, Michigan, as editors jostle to reserve the GL450 for road-trip duties. Feel obligated to take the kids to an indoor water park to test their immune systems? Sign out the GL!
Need to take a pack of knuckleheads to a pond-hockey tournament in the northern reaches of civilization? The GL goes nicely with the sweet scent of sweaty hockey gear. It was on one such road trip in February that the GL450 showed its supremely capable nature and a couple of its more troubling traits. The GL returned unscathed from a three-month stay in the wilds of Montana with one Mr. Phillips but was waylaid by a trip to a quaint lakeside resort town in northern Michigan. We parked the GL about 100 yards from the shores of Lake Michigan one night. The next morning, the GL was half-buried in snow blown in on a biting wind from the lake. This proved to be too much for the GL, which then refused to start. It refused to do anything at all, in fact. We grabbed the hood release, and the frigid piece of plastic broke off in our hand (earlier in the car鈥檚 stay, a second-row seat release lever broke). Luckily, the hood released, despite the now-dangling lever.
The engine bay was packed with snow blown in through the front grille. A quick jump-start from a kindly woman in a Ford Windstar with rusted-out rocker panels, and the GL was revived. With a full tank of fuel, we chose not to turn off the engine at all on our 250-mile trip to our southern-Michigan home. We steamed along at a comfortable clip while the kids in the second row were quieted by the dual-screen entertainment system and wireless headphones. We allowed the Distronic radar-based cruise-control system to take charge. And on lightly trafficked expressways, the system acquitted itself brilliantly, keeping the driver and the front passenger unnaturally calm and uninvolved with the business of driving. We鈥檇 almost forgiven the GL its missed wake-up call. But the electrical gremlins that live inside the GL were a bit more active than we were. They are the ones, presumably, that set off a cascade of warning messages in the driver information screen between the main gauges.
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