I came from a communist country where there are no luxury cars.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't buy cars I can't drive.
Growing up in the Midwest, people don't drive Porsches and Ferraris. They drive Fords and Chevys. And so even if you have the opportunity to buy a more expensive car, it doesn't occur to you because it's not what you relate to.
The greatest luxury is not driving. I didn't own a car until I was 30, and that was a Rolls-Royce, so it was cheaper to insure a chauffeur. I never want to drive again. My mind is always on other things. I hate parking, and I'm very short-tempered and would get road rage, I'm sure.
We lived in a farm village, and no one could afford to buy a car or to fly. We were envious. We couldn't afford any toys. I couldn't imagine making a real car.
The boom for luxury goods is unending. There are people who never have to worry about whether they can afford something they like. In one part of the world or another there will always be someone with money to spend on luxury.
I've always been that contemptible thing, a luxury communist.
If you start to find that kind of luxury as a normal thing, you don't belong in the real world.
I don't really know much about cars.
Modern cars I don't like so much.
You talk about German technocracy and you get automobiles.