Europe Changes Course: Gas and Diesel Cars May Stay Longer Than Expected

For years, Europe’s plan to ban gas and diesel cars seemed inevitable. Automakers, buyers, and governments all started preparing for a fully electric future. But now, new developments suggest that internal combustion engines may not be disappearing as quickly as everyone thought. In this video, we break down why gas and diesel cars may not be banned in Europe after all and what this shift means for drivers, automakers, and the future of transportation.

Volkswagen Golf GTI

man, the Golf GTI… I swear it’s like the car version of that one friend who never really changes but somehow still feels cool every time you bump into them. I drove one years ago, smelled that faint… uh, kinda plasticky-new-leather scent? it’s weirdly comforting. fast enough, clean enough, but not too pretentious. you get one of these for, what, thirty five grand-ish? and it feels like a small rebellion against all that electric future talk. I can’t explain it but gas cars have that heartbeat thing.

BMW M2

now this little brute, the M2… it’s loud in that “I don’t care what my neighbors think” way. I once sat in one and you could feel the seat vibrating from the exhaust like, physically. kinda therapeutic if you ask me. it’s about sixty grand, maybe more now. I always wondered what kind of person drops sixty grand just to grin at every red light. (possibly me if I ever stop pretending to be financially responsible).

Ford Mustang

you can smell a Mustang before you even see it. gasoline and nostalgia mixed with a bit of regret maybe. like, you know it’s inefficient, but you can’t hate it. something about those old-school vibes, the rumble, the heavy steering ugh it’s like driving a soundtrack. around forty-five thousand bucks if you want a good one, which sounds dumb for something that guzzles like it’s in a drinking contest. but you forgive it, somehow.

Toyota GR Yaris

tiny psychopath on wheels. I drove one once (very briefly, don’t ask how) and it felt like a go-kart that decided to grow up but only halfway. the turbo whistles like it’s gossiping about you. maybe forty grand or something for a new one? it’s wild that Toyota, the “safe reliable brand,” makes something this unhinged. respect though.

Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio

okay, this one this one is just… chaos disguised as elegance. it looks like it wants to seduce you and murder you at the same time. those seats are way too firm, but the steering? chef’s kiss. every drive feels like you should have espresso stains on your shirt. something like seventy-five grand, maybe more, maybe less if you find a brave used one. brave because reliability’s… eh.

Mazda MX-5 Miata

the Miata is like that dumb summer crush. small, annoying, but somehow your brain keeps going back to it. top down, warm night, maybe twenty-eight grand brand new ish and you just forget your problems. until you look around and realize it’s basically a toy. but still, that simplicity kind of feels priceless in a world drowning in touchscreens and nonsense.

MercedesAMG C63

loud, expensive, and angry. it’s a car that never learned how to whisper. I remember seeing one do a burnout in a grocery store parking lot. some dude in a suit, yelling with joy. that alone made me like it. around eighty grand maybe? though now they’re even messing with hybrid turbos… which uh, kills the vibe.

Honda Civic Type R

this one’s like how do I put it someone tried to turn a family hatchback into a fighter jet. it’s loud in color, loud in sound, and loud in personality. stability-wise? surprisingly chill for thirty-something grand. except those red seats, they get hot and sticky if you leave it in the sun too long. and that smell of new fabric? still hits different.

Porsche 911 Carrera

and then there’s the 911. the classic cliché. timeless, yeah whatever, but also just right. everything feels balanced, smooth, almost too perfect. like it’s judging your driving but in a polite German way. starts around a hundred and ten grand or something, which is insane when you think about but you only live once, right? I’d probably scratch it within a week anyway.