Yeh won't find yer red Ford truck here.

I love Fridays and hate Fridays. I love them because it's the last day before the weekend, always a good thing. I hate them because I'm entirely unproductive. In fact, I haven't been a very good worker this week. That's not quite true. I've been a good worker, but not as good as I usually am. I have very high standards for myself. Lucky for you, this lazy Friday means two posts in one day. For me, it means I'll have to stay late and do the translations I said I would finish. You win some, you lose some.

Audi, Mercedes, BMW, oh my! German cars are hot. In fact, I haven't seen a minivan yet. If I ever drive a minivan, feel free to take me out back and kill me; if I am driving a minivan, I've clearly lost my mind. I did see a bunch of Mustangs the other day though, and I have to admit there is a special place in my heart for the red 2008 Mustang. Yum. But the best part about German cars? You get to drive them the way they were designed to be driven.

None of this 55mph speed limit shit. Oh no. They have the autobahn.

I have to confess, when I first came to Germany, I thought the autobahn was one road. And on this one road, you got to go as fast as you wanted. Nope, wrong. I felt extremely stupid when it was finally explained to me. "Autobahn" literally translated means "motorway." Every highway is an autobahn. Every highway has no speed limit. Every highway is NASCAR.

I love it. Actually, I'm scared shitless, but in a good way. As long as the driver is in a well-made German car, it's great. Mom, avert your eyes: last time, we were going 130mph. Now that is efficiency.

I'm a very bad fake-German, I forgot to post about the soccer game last night! Two words: totally nuts. Germany beats Portugal, Germany goes to the semi-final, Germany fucking rocks.

Back to work...


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