Here is why these cars never make it to the US (by P.J. O'Rourke):
The American car industry was destroyed by the Fun-Suckers - you'll know them better as killjoys.
They're the ones who go around saying how unsafe this fun thing is and how unhealthy that fun thing is and how unfair, unjust, uncaring, insensitive, divisive, contagious and fattening every other thing that'* fun is.
They are a bit too careful, a bit too concerned, a bit too scrupulous. They're also evil and they hate us. The motive behind spoiling things for others and then throwing a wet blanket over the rained-on parade is a matter of neither caution nor morals. They suck the fun out of life in order to gain control.
They've found a way to gain power without merit. Nothing requires less information, education or accomplishment than saying everything'* wrong. It'* wrong to risk lives, wrong to use up Earth'* resources, wrong to pollute the air, wrong to support an economic system that heightens income inequalities and wrong to own a big, expensive car and drive it fast.
The Fun-Suckers have been around forever. But they didn't used to have the influence they have now. The ruling class of yore was too fond of its dangerous fun. The nobility was having a ball (and PETA be damned) chasing game animals through the serfs' standing corn - and chasing serfs as well, if any buxom serf lasses were spied. Dukes and princes spent their days warring with infidels and each other, their nights feasting themselves into oblivion. The Fun-Suckers had to rely on religious zealotry to make others miserable and themselves important. They were reduced to burning a few books and witches, or pestering Copernicus and Galileo.
Cars were a perfect Fun-Sucking opportunity. Ruining cars could produce an even bigger sensation than the Fun-Suckers' previous golden oldie, alcohol prohibition. After all, at any given moment a few people were on the wagon and so were unaffected, but Americans never got out of their cars. Cars were everywhere. We couldn't do without them. Cars were a way for Fun-Suckers to clamp their lamprey jaws onto everyone'* seat upholstery. They could make the automobile a public enemy, an outlaw to persecute without compunction.
The BMW 3.0 CS was one of the best-looking coupé* of the early Seventies - except in America, where its proud, speedboat nose was shackled with an ugly '5mph bumper' after a dumb ruling that all headlights must survive sub-5mph collisions.
The same goes on now, but worse, to protect the knees of pedestrians who step into the road without looking. The idea is to make us fun-lovers look ridiculous, to turn us into objects of popular ridicule and scorn.
The Fun-Suckers are doing the same thing to our kids by making them wear bike helmets, knee and elbow pads, shin guards, safety goggles and steel-toed boots to use the swings at the playground, after which they have to wipe themselves all over with hand disinfectant.
Our children tamely submit to this because they were torn from our fun-filled arms as babies and bound into lonely, rear-facing infant-carriers, where they grew up without normal social contact or human interaction, turning them into passive teen video-gaming thumb-twiddlers and pasty Facebookers, tweeting, texting, iPhoning and Wii-wiggling like internet-wits as they sprawl in front of the high-def TVs in our homes.
Today, the Fun-Suckers' work is complete, and a whole generation might as well be on life support. Look at the empty motor plants in Detroit and you'll see where this road leads next.
Everyone here should buy his book btw: "Driving like Crazy."