Er Benjamin Davis Mechanic

There are days in life that brand themselves onto your memory like a signature etched in steel. My day with the Koenigsegg Jesko was one of those — vivid, unreal, and emotionally seismic. I didn’t just drive a hypercar. I had a conversation with engineering perfection. And like all good conversations, it changed me. Let me take you to the morning it began. The First Glimpse: Beauty in the Flesh I arrived early at the private track on the outskirts of Jönköping, Sweden — fog still hanging like a dream that refused to end. And there it was. The Koenigsegg Jesko sat under a silk-black cover inside a minimalist glass-walled garage, surrounded by quiet reverence. Even before seeing it, I could feel it. When the cover was pulled away, there was a moment of collective silence — the kind that often precedes a symphony or a lightning strike. The Jesko’s sculpted form gleamed under the soft Scandinavian light. Every vent, every line, every carbon fiber weave whispered intent. It wasn’t ju...

 There are cars. There are race cars. And then—there’s the 777 Hypercar. The moment I first laid eyes on it at the Autodromo Nazionale Monza, I knew this wasn’t just an experience. It was an awakening. 🏁 Arrival at Monza: The Calm Before the Storm The 777 program is unlike anything I’ve experienced in my 20 years of automotive journalism. You don’t just buy this car—you buy into a lifestyle. Upon arrival at Monza, I was greeted by a minimalist pit garage that looked like it was designed by an architect with a love for both carbon fiber and brutalist art. In the center sat the 777 Hypercar—low, wide, jet black with the number boldly emblazoned in white. Even at rest, it looked like it was in motion. 🧬 First Contact: Under the Skin of the 777 The engineers from Dallara walked me through the car before I got behind the wheel. It’s a 4.5-liter naturally aspirated V8 built by Gibson Technology—yes, the same folks supplying LMP2 cars at Le Mans. It revs past 9,000 RPM and makes...

Let me take you on a ride. Picture this—you're walking down a quiet street in the early '90s. The air smells faintly of gasoline and rain-soaked asphalt. A silver Mercedes-Benz W124 glides by, its boxy frame catching the light just right. It’s solid, understated, yet unmistakably prestigious. That’s when Mercedes wasn’t just a car—it was a statement. Fast forward three decades. Now imagine the hum of an electric motor. A sleek, spaceship-like Mercedes EQS silently rolls past you, its LED lights dancing like something out of science fiction. The world has changed. And so has Mercedes. But the soul? That’s still there. Let’s rewind and trace that journey. The 1990s: The Era of the Indestructible Benz The '90s were when Mercedes-Benz had a kind of stoic confidence. Their cars weren’t flashy—they were fortress-like. The W124 E-Class was built like a bank vault. Everything shut with a thunk that said, “Quality.” It had no giant screens or touch-sensitive anything. But wha...

It all started on a bright Saturday morning when I finally took delivery of my brand-new BMW X5 2025. The excitement had been building for weeks, and as I walked toward the gleaming SUV in the showroom, I felt a surge of adrenaline. The first thing that caught my eye was the iconic kidney grille—bold and confident, just like I had imagined. Running my fingers over the sleek body lines, I knew I was about to embark on a thrilling journey. As I settled into the driver’s seat, the luxurious leather wrapped around me like a warm embrace. The cabin smelled of fresh leather and sophistication, a mix of technology and craftsmanship at its finest. Pressing the start button, the engine came to life with a smooth purr. I adjusted the ambient lighting to a soft blue and let the panoramic sunroof flood the cabin with natural light. This was my moment. Driving out of the dealership, I eased the X5 onto the highway, feeling the effortless power beneath my feet. The 3.0L turbocharged inline-6 engin...