Autobahn
We’re in Paris.
We need to get to Frankfurt.
We have a car, it’s only 280 miles, we’ve driven a lot further than that in a day.
We? My dear wife and I.
Paris, Reims, Metz, Saarbrucken, Frankfurt. I started driving, there is a 130kph (80mph) limit in France. The border and the Autobahn FOUR lanes, no speed limit. My wife driving now - 100mph, well, I would do that myself … 110mph.
“Got to keep up with the traffic” She says.
It’s pouring rain now AND downhill … 130mph.
“You’re doing 140mph!!!” I gasp.
“Just keeping up with the traffic!”
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt almost 2 years ago
Wow! That’s scary! And she seems such a calm, measured person! I would never dare drive that fast even in traffic moving at a similar pace. traffic. 100mph has been my limit.
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Richard Hunt almost 2 years ago
It was, but I had to agree with her. We were in lane 3 from the right on a four lane road and even at that speed German registered car were passing us on our left. Reminded me of my colleague who ran the Prague office … used to holiday in North Africa and from landing in Spain could get to Prague at an average speed of 120 mph. More of him in another ‘Hopping’
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VerityAlways almost 2 years ago
This reminds me of my learning days ... I really admire you're wife!!
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Richard Hunt almost 2 years ago
Thanks Verity. It was true, she was only keeping up with the traffic as I myself found when I was driving. Fortunately the car was quite capable of it.
