France versus Germany: Part I

There is something about France and Germany. Something historical, and I don't even know about it. Just don't mention the French.

When choosing my new car, there is a limited number of dealers when you're dating a German.

There's Porsche, Mercedes and BMW - all out of budget.
There is Audi - where's the family?
And there's Volkswagen - simply German engineering.

You can't blame them. German engineering is known. Worldwide. Is there anyone making better cars than the Germans?

So what... I am an independent woman who can choose for herself, no? So I drive a slim, black convertable on the ramp in front of the house. French.

He looks. Tries. Tries again. German grundlichkeit. And... today he even asked if he can borrow my car.

France - Germany: 1 - 0

Well, it does get wet when it rains, and the alarm goes off while I drive. But I do drive a slim, black convertable. French. In Germany.