Now, dear reader, please do not send letters, because it goes without saying that it is not the job of this blog to provide statistical analysis to prove this fact. Not when there’s hearsay, anecdotal evidence and blind prejudice on offer.
My ‘evidence’ came the day after Allan McNish, nine-time Le Mans podiumist, announced his retirement from Audi’s racing team. The weather was lousy and the M4 eastbound was sufficiently blowy and wet that spray was hitting my windscreen from cars even on the opposite carriageway. I, like everyone around me, was having a slow, miserable journey.
Except, that is, for a good half-dozen drivers of Audis (two genuine A6s, a real A7, an actual A4 Avant and two more I made up for good measure), who were auditioning for the vacant McNish seat and continuing at an unabated 90mph.
It wasn’t always thus, was it? There was a time when Audis were like Saabs, bought by those who wore polo-necks and/or jackets with elbow patches to work, who slowed for inclement weather and didn’t feel obliged to fill any gap left in the outside lane larger than the length of their car plus two fag papers.