Back in "the day", many years ago around Ossipee, and points toward Maine, up through Freedom, boyfriend and I rode around in his '47 Plymouth convertible with the top down, and he hollered at all the gardeners and farmers in a
totally made up, contrived, ridiculously bad German accent" lots of gibberish" and they all looked at us like "what the heck" but no harm was done and we had a blast. Lotsa fun. Feeling like a kid again now........thanks for this thread. 