This morning I spent some time on the freeway behind one of those new Mercedes Kompressors. They’re pretty sleek, especially the black ones, but whenever I’m behind one, reading “KOMPRESSOR” in that modernist Mercedes Benz script results in my being haunted by that wonderfully bad eighties song, “Der Kommissar” - by After the Fire. For the rest of the day, I hear (she was singin’) “Don't turn around, oh OHHH, Der Kompressor's in town, whoa-ohhh”.

MONTOYA DELENDA EST!