At some point in the recent past, someone at AMG looked at the G-Class and decided it simply wasn’t angry or expensive enough. Enter the Magno Edition: essentially the G-Wagon equivalent of a tailored tuxedo made from granite.
Underneath, it’s still a 4.0-litre bi-turbo V8, still sounds like a collapsing opera house, and still accelerates like a hot hatch with a complex about its weight. Which it should have, because it’s roughly the same size and density as a castle.
This particular one wears Night Black Magno paint, which is matte black but with a fancier name, and it’s covered in full PPF so you don’t have to weep every time a pigeon parks its breakfast on it. The 23" Hawke alloys are optional, but they suit it in the same way a gold Rolex suits a nightclub bouncer: excessive, but it really works.
Inside, Bengal red and black Nappa leather. Because of course. Massage seats, 64-colour ambient lighting, dual 12.3" screens, and more assists than Kevin De Bruyne. You get the sense Mercedes threw in every feature they could find and just stopped short of an actual concierge.
And yet, behind all the toys, this is still a G-Wagon. Boxy. Ridiculous. Immensely cool. A monument to automotive stubbornness.
You can daily it, you can blast across continents in it, and you’ll never lose it in a car park unless you’re parked next to a small office block.
Two owners. Mercedes warranty until September. Yours now—assuming your neighbours don’t mind being woken by a car the size of the moon with the voice of Barry White.
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