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Although I certainly appreciate and like some cars of this era from companies German in origin, nationalism is not really an issue in this day and age. There was a time when a car's country of origin strongly reflected upon the image and workings of the car, something that has become muddled in this age of global unification.
German cars were always the pinnacle of practicality, built of quality materials under stringent quality control, yet conservative in design, often to the point of blandness. American cars strongly reflected the age group in which they appealed to, although they seemed to share the same aura of looseness and of undefined boundries. The young cars, of the muscle group and the like, were bold, raw, and boisterous. The mature cars were very understated and simple, devoid of frill. Italian cars were always exacebations of the ego. Loud in style, the materialization of sexual enthusiasm. Devoid of obvious practicality, they represented the carelessness of youth. British cars were loose and eccentric to a degree, yet they possessed the gentlemanly character. Moral, if you will, the pinnacle of discipline, yet of a sporting character. Not afraid to dirty during the fox hunt and game of cricket, yet refined enough to pick up Lady Wellington for a spot of afternoon tea. The Japanese simply copied what worked from other manufacturers
and made it as practical as possible.
But alas, this diversification is no more, and it is sorely missed. Today, there are only three types of car for three types of buyer with little exception, nationallity is of no matter: The yuppie, the boyish ego monger, and the stereotypical Horus chick. Indeed, it is a corporate world and global monotony stifles individuality.
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