Truckers on the roadBetween Koln and Frankfurt we're dragging our load up and down hills. We build up momentum going down a hill, hit our top speed of 80kmph and then hit the incline in fifth gear. We squeeze it to the max till we slow down and switch down to fourth. We squeeze the fourth gear as hard as possible and compromise down to third. In really steep inclines we drag our sorry-arses up the hill in second gear, the engine roaring like its about to burst.
When we reach the Schwarzwald on the way to Wurzburg the hills become small mountains. Its autumn and yellow-gold and rusty brown of the leaves stretches on both sides of the motorway. In the rear view mirror a convoy of 30 lorries lines up behind us. They're probably all cursing and praying for us to reach the top.
When they overtake us they clonk their horns to intimidate us.
"Go f*&! yourself! If you're in a hurry take the plane!"
When we reach the Schwarzwald on the way to Wurzburg the hills become small mountains. Its autumn and yellow-gold and rusty brown of the leaves stretches on both sides of the motorway. In the rear view mirror a convoy of 30 lorries lines up behind us. They're probably all cursing and praying for us to reach the top.
When they overtake us they clonk their horns to intimidate us.
"Go f*&! yourself! If you're in a hurry take the plane!"
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