It would have been better had Renault actually improved their cars instead of merely boasting about it. A Renault 10 might have been a better driver than a Dauphine, but it and every US-market Renault afterwards were still unreliable and trouble-prone.
This could also be translated to: "...where drivers expect their cars to be as reliable as their ovens and refrigerators and have no patience for delicate and fragile little gizmos, no matter how much Gallic charm they have."
I was never into the coke much. It's too good of a drug to be trusted mainly because you can fool yourself into thinking that you're as functional as ever even though you're getting increasingly strung out. Also, the Vegas cops were pretty hard-assed about drugs even then. A guitar player we picked up in Vegas had a local apartment and we in the band spent an evening there watching movies and getting buzzed on a few Js. About five minutes after we left for home, the cops busted into the guy's apartment, tore the place up, and arrested him for dealing coke - apparently some girl he jilted tipped them off. Had we stayed five more minutes, we would have ended up in a Vegas jail too.
I spent several months gigging in Las Vegas around 1990 or so and since the music gigs were mostly very late, I basically kept vampire hours. The big casinos are strange places at around 5 AM on a Monday morning. That's where you get the really hardcore night people - hookers, gangsters, people hopped up on God knows what, and even some very persistent little old ladies at the slot machines - all mixed in with tired and hungry showpeople like me as well as the janitors and cleaning staff.