The magic of social and geographic mobility and the tech boom: today, 30 years later, I live in Dubai, where anything below V8 is boring, and my wife drives a Porsche, but really we should stop driving ICEs altogether.
The magic of social and geographic mobility and the tech boom: today, 30 years later, I live in Dubai, where anything below V8 is boring, and my wife drives a Porsche, but really we should stop driving ICEs altogether.
Indeed it burned "like a match", with thick black smoke. When the breaks burned through it rolled downhill, towards us, scary AF. Luckily it did not hit us nor the car in front of us, but passed a few meters and ended in a ditch, below the road. Where it exploded: almost like in the movies; just more black smoke. No-one was hurt.
I was 12 or 13, but I remember the burning trabi like it was yesterday. I can almost feel the heat and smell the burning plastic, when I think of it.
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The cardboard thing was more like a joke because (I guess) when banging against the panels it sounded like a cardboard box :)
Grew up in Herrenberg (a few kilometers from Böblingen). When neighbors learned that my father was thinking of replacing his old Audi someone put a Mercedes calendar on our doorstep. Swabians are very particular with their cars.