Today, we’re going to discuss the crazy Germans. You know the ones: they wear bizarre eyeglasses. They drive diesel hatchbacks. They use harsh, angry syllables, so you think they’re always plotting some brutally violent criminal activity, when actually they’re discussing train schedules.
I’ve written about the Germans before. About a year ago, I wrote this column about how German automotive reliability is a myth, and I still get angry letters from Germans telling me I’m wrong. Admittedly, I didn’t just call it a myth, but rather the greatest myth ever sold to American car buyers. And at some point I compared German automotive assembly to “chimpanzees with random car parts.” So, you know, I could see how maybe they’d be a little peeved.