Earlier this year, I was asked to go on a press trip to test drive the Volkswagen GTI in the South of France. I was uneasy; I know very little about cars. Unsurprisingly, I set forth and returned with reportage that clearly revealed my ignorance.

So needless to say, I was amazed when VW invited me to Germany for another event in October. But what would be the angle? I couldn't continue to do empty reviews of machines I cannot comprehend.

Then it hit me. I should use the opportunity to seek out my German roots and attempt to locate a kinsperson. After all, the subject -- myself -- is near and dear to my heart. The one unknown: Would this journey of self-indulgence bear fruit?