I loved driving in Germany. Germans LOVE their autos and rightly so. Some of the best automotive engineers in the world.
I was automotive maint (fancy word for mechanic) and had at least 12 cars there. No I did not crash them.
GI's would bring over their American auto and then not want to ship it back. I would buy them dirt cheap as you can not
clear country until it is solved. They would put a sign on it for 400.00. 2 days before they were to leave country I
would offer say 150 to 200.
Point I bought a 1972 Pontiac Firebird that the 350 cube inch engine was removed and a 1967 Pontiac
Catalina 428 was inserted. It had highway gears 2.73 and would do an honest substanied 150 to 155
on the German Autobahn.
Truthfully, I only took it there a few times. Scary with old bias ply tires. This was 1982.
But I made many a German mad. I would ride along at 100 110 and they would flash me with their head lamps.
It Germany it is the law, you must move over to the right. So when a Golf GTI started to go by me I would open
those giant dinner plate q-jet secondary's and keep even with them at 120. They would get mad down shift their 5 speed
into 4th, slam it into 5th, and I was still there slowly but surely pulling away with that 360 horse, 472 foot pounds of
torque American Big Block. I would hold it at 145 150, steering wheel shaking a little, urine running down my leg, then let off
after a few minutes to get my heart beat back to normal.
My wife finally made me get rid off it. I traded it for a Mercedes.
