Mercedes-Benz V-Class - The Perfect Errr…. Van

We needed a very capable while we shot the Ferrari 488 Pista in the Rann, and the Mercedes-Benz V-Class was the perfect errr…. van

- Aatish Mishra

Snoring. That’s all I could hear from the backseat of the Mercedes-Benz V-Class. We were probably 50km into our 800km journey to the Rann of Kutch and Rohit was out cold. I don’t blame him, though. He had kicked his legs up onto the seats facing him, reclined his captain seat a fair way behind and was probably hitting it off with Radhika Apte somewhere in the depths of his unconscious slumber. If I wasn’t on driving duty, I would have done the same. Kick my legs up, not hit on Radhika Apte. He hasn't gotten better sleep in the backseat of a car, he told me later. From how loud his snores were, I had no reason to disbelieve him.

The V-Class is massive — it is longer than a long-wheelbase Range Rover and that probably explains the ugly scuff marks on the rear bumper and a busted taillamp. Some dude who drove it before me had his ambition to squeeze it into a spot outweigh his parking skills. But this size is exactly what led us to pick up that phone and call Mercedes-Benz. We needed something big, we needed something comfortable and more importantly, we needed something versatile. This checked all those boxes and then added a Burmester sound system and ambient lighting, you know, so we could be a rolling nightclub on wheels.