Well - being a German from good old Europe I only allow me one form of real anti-Americanism:
Every time I pick up my relatives and friends from New York or elsewhere in the US at the airport I enjoy driving home with a minimum of 120 miles (not kilometers) per hour. This is the moment when (most - not all) steadfast Americans turn into shivering weiners hopping from one side of their seat to the other. Even French surrender monkeys have usually more balls than most of your compatriots then. Obviously you guys lack the erotic of speed.
Apart of that I am a faithful friend of America. ;)
Not all Americans are as you describe. The first thing I did upon arrival in Germany is open it up on the Autobahn. The fact that I only had a 1.6L BMW just meant it took a bit longer and a slight downgrade to get above where I used to drive my Olds F85 station wagon as a teenager. The main difference was the BMW didn't feel like it was about to fall apart.