“I’ve had it with these dopey little countries and all their poky borders. You can’t swing a cat without sending it through customs. Everything’s too small. The cars are too small. The beds are too small. The elevators are the size of broom closets. Even the languages are itty-bitty. Sometimes you need two or three just to get you through till lunch.”
-—P. J. O’Rourke, “Among the Euro-Weenies,” Rolling Stone, 1986
But what if we didn’t stop at lunch? Or dinner? Or even a really late supper? What if we just kept going for a whole damned day? When we heard Ford would be exporting the new Mustang, we resolved to be the ones to introduce this most American of coupes to Europe and its cheese, socialism, and small, hairy people. READ MORE ››
-from Car and Driver Blog http://ift.tt/1NqjuF1
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