Galaga. Office or Home versions. You know it makes sense.

Okay, we accepted CDeejaying, Final Scratch, Laptops, Serato, Streaming, Karaoke and whatever technological progress had in store, but this really takes the cake. What next…telekinesis?

This car is the shit… as in good.

It is a “small retro car manufactured by Nissan using the underpinnings of their Micra supermini” built in  1991.

It is considered an “It-Car” and you have to shell out between £ 10,000 and £ 15,000 to get one….but this should be worth it at least it was introduced at the 1989 Tokyo Motor Show under the slogan “Back to the Future”.

PS: That guy from UK rockband Kasabian bought the BMX bike from ET for £ 10,000… compared to this, you should get a Figaro and still get a £ 100 Furious at JJB’s.

Let’s be honest: Is it more reasonable to spend about 600 gallons (2280 liter) of water a month to watch Knut splish-splash and flounder about in the Berliner Zoo pond or to burn 3.5 gallons (13,3 liter) of oil per 60miles (100km) in a SUV on a smoothly paved, 10-lane freeway on the way to the South Coast Plaza mall? Another option: Is it ecologically un-friendlier to breed in-vitro ice-bears, brought up by all the Grizzly male nannies (Thomas) out there or to reanimate a former military wagon as a must-have-item? Turning ears toward statements of state-performers and editorial arivistes (Photos 1 +2) vs. eco-performers and serious ecotors (Photos 3 +4) of the two above mentioned amusement empires, which they blatantly disclose in public, you can have hybrid choices. Become an ecologically conscious speeding combatant and stay a neurotic Knutophilanthropist.The MB G-class generously allows it!Though allow me a short leap into history: We are talking summer of the year 1941. Willy Overland scores a deal with the US-army to produce a non-stoppable, all terrain utility vehicle that would shape the image of an All-American, WWII GI (think Ben Affleck in “Pearl Harbor” instead of the real-life, non-college Government Issues). Willys is born (Photo 5): An “edges only”, purly martial, hardcore steel, absolutely no Kindchenschema-features-allowed Jeep. Zum Abheben! (Photo 6).

The end of WW II invites prosperity into the lives of the average American, instantly longing for the first, true SUV (beside the standard front lawn, television and Valium dreams): CJ-2A. For $1090 you could enjoy, among other insanely brilliant innovations, the first windshield wiper and civilian parking lights. Nowadays, Harold and his buddies buff up their “better-than-mutual-fonds” motorized $11000 payback CJs for annual Willys meetings in Cut and Shoot, Texas (yeah, it’s a city in the US) (Photo 7).

But the year 1972 changed everything. The proud and glory of German automobile industry, Daimler Benz, coupled up with the Austrian steel giant Steyr-Puch in order to sensibly and sensually penetrate the market with the “G-Klasse” or “G-Puch”. Enough time passed by then for the consumers to oversee or simply ignore a) the true and only utilization purpose of a Gelaendewagen, namely making auto-motorized warfare possible and b) the consequences of a Austro-German fusion on industrial scale. But hey, we’re here to discuss it-things and not left-overs of war history!

Today, 30 models later, we are experiencing another punch on the G-spot:The 2008 G500 SUV. May I cavort in technical detailing: Engine 4,966 cc SOHC 24-valve V-8. Aluminum-alloy cylinder block. Alloy heads. Net power: 292 hp @ 5,500 rpm. Net torque: 336 lb-ft @ 2,800 – 4,000 rpm Compression ratio 10.0:1 Fuel requirement: Premium unleaded, 91 pump octane. Fuel tank (capacity): 25.4 gal. Yes, I copied and pasted from the MB website. Notice something? Exactly! Fuel requirement doesn’t imply the quantity of gas this baby gobbles, but the quality of it. Way to go! Or did numbers ever make you choose between a dirt-covered bundle of iced animal joy and a beige leather covered shift-gear igniting and arousing a 292hp roaring motor of a G-class? (Photo 8)

[1] For all, who it might interest: Ernst Gräfenberg discovered the second best female orgasm inducer in 1944, but published his insights only after the end of the war, when the situation on the front stabilized.

To boldly go where suspense never entered, you can always go to Second Life. We can’t, because we’re banned for substance abuse, virtual vandalism, singing sad songs and common sense.
All we can remember is hideous interior design, silly marketing ploys, gender benders, headlines even out-boring our Monday fatigue, and generally confused people.

We support the competitor, though.