My introduction to diesel passenger vehicles came on the bench seat of my friend's dad's ‘80s Suburban, complete with its 6.2 liter engine with maybe ten horsepower and five thousand pounds-feet of torque. I loved it.
And while I adored that heavy Chevy (though others have despised its brethren), I never got any other experience with diesels in the US, other than stories about my dad's old Rabbit diesel hatchback. He bought that when diesel was cheap, but never thought of another since.
While we were smothering ourselves in the creamy torque provided by Audi's electric twin-turbo prototype over in the land of the sausage-eaters, CJinSD ruminated on why we don't have so many black smoke machines here in these United States.