The trouble with a car like the E55 estate is that you could end up liking it too much. You could even end up not wanting to drive anything else, because there isn’t a whole lot within the motoring spectrum that the E55 estate doesn’t do – and do well.
Yet despite this car’s very clear breadth of abilities – its clever load area, seductive styling, the quality of its cabin and its sheer practicality as a load lugger – what defines it outright has little to do with the sensible things in life. If you want space and grace from your E-Class estate, you buy the E270 Cdi. But if you want pace, you buy the E55, because pace is what the E55 does best.
How fast is it compared with, say, a Ferrari 360 Modena? In the real world, faster. You think I’m joking; I’m not. Okay, how about a Lamborghini Murciélago? Surely that would top the E55 in a traffic light GP? Nope. Not unless you made the perfect getaway and nailed every gearchange to within a millimetre of the rev limiter (not easy in a Murciélago, trust me).