Willkommen… to the website dedicated to fast German cars

Porsche 911 GT3

It’s not that we don’t love other cars, because we do. Particularly fast ones. It’s just that what we love and appreciate about cars seems to be done best by the Germans.

Partly it’s to do with the more grown-up stuff like having a dash that absorbs your poke with soft-touch leniency and without creak or squeak, or owning a car that will see you into six-figures feeling as robust and recent as some that have just rolled off the production line. These things do matter.

BMW M3 CSL

But what matters more is the stuff that makes us love cars. The climax of an ever-increasing rate of acceleration and the hardcore and hairy induction roar that rips up air around the carbon inlet of an M-Series S54 straight-six, just before another gear is provided with a jab on the paddle that sits behind the sexy alcantara-lined steering wheel.

The iron-fisted control of the car’s body movements thanks to some perfectly rated dampers, allowing the car to breeze its way over the worst a road can serve up and so allow you to enjoy other cool things, like a lightly-bobbing front-end and precise and chatty steering because you don’t have an engine weighing the front wheels down.

The long, uninterrupted cross-continent schlep into Germany – drowned roads, bad road surfaces, les autoroutes-induced boredom, wrong turns, Brussels ring roads, nasty French music – done in complete comfort and Quattro-driven security, to arrive at that very famous circuity-type-toll-road thing up in the German mountains able to lap it up better than many a more focussed machine.

Mercedes C63 AMG

The floaty and hair-tingly sensation of some big, fat rear Pirellis sweeping out behind the car’s pivot-point and pivoting the car’s pointy-end into a tighter line, accompanied by a big plume of white smoke filling the rear-view mirror. If you’re as handy as the handy car you’re piloting, that is. Then slip it from manual back to D and let the hand-built AMG lump relax.

The pang of pride as you briefly glance back at your parked-up chariot, not because it’s been expertly guided into an unfeasibly small parallel parking space, although that was pretty clever, but because of blistered, homologation-inspired box-arches, a steering wheel on the left, a G-charged G60 lump, a Haldex four-wheel-drive system and classic boxy Mk2 lines which no one appreciate but you and a select few who recognise how special this classic is.

That’ll be why we love German cars. And hopefully this site’s daily random ramblings, unscientific road tests (of both new and classic cars), long and short features (sometimes without much in the way of purpose or point, we’ll admit now), news releases and big, glossy, unique images, will do these mighty-fine automobiles from Deutschland justice. Because, quite simply, nothing covers all the bases so comprehensively and entertainingly, with such character and – getting all snobby here – class, as a fast German car. God bless ‘em.