Despite living in California for nearly eight years now, and recently becoming a citizen of these United States, I still consider myself to be an Englishman.
To be English in America is a generally pleasant experience – no man will ever get tired of pretty girls telling him how cute his accent is – but it is also a life full of little differences which remind you every day that this is not your home, even though it is where you live.
One such difference I have noted, particularly around this site, is the American perception of Volkswagen, which I find quite puzzling.
So please indulge me by engaging in a brief mind exercise and bounce this scenario around your brain for a moment: What if everything in life was as reliable as a Volkswagen?
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