I play too many video games. I knew where every turn was at before he got to it. Too bad the speedometer was in Kilometers, made my RWB woody go all.........well we won't go there.
I know those Germans have to be scoffing at all the noise that car made. I used to go through the small towns on Sunday mornings and just rumble through with the exhaust on my '67 Mustang echoing between the buildings on narrow streets. The older people didn't care for it and there was a lot of cane and fist shaking involved. Once again I played the rude American.