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Diktens namn: MUSIC ALA AUTOBAHN
Frfattare: jenny green

The trip this time goes to Frankfurt, a small wine village outside called Dautenheim.


The time frame is about 12 hours. Total.


The boat comes into Puttgarden harbor 10.30 Sunday morning and now the fun begins; autobahn.


All mirrors are in right position, the seat is comfortable, sunglasses on and the music ready. Ok, here I come!


*all I wanna do is have some fun, I gotta feeling I’m not the only one…*


Road 1 towards Hannover.


Traffic is good, medium (what is medium traffic on autobahn? I don’t know!).


 


All under control. Checking the mirrors every third second. Be alert! Ops! Those stops can come so fast, so fast. It smells burned rubber (it wasn’t me!). The tire industries here must be glad.


*the heat in on. The heat is on now, yea!..*


And as expected there is Stau outside Hannover (and outside, always, the big cities). Ok, snail speed and sometimes nada movement. But I’m in no rush.


Waving down the windows. My arm reaches out, saying “hi” to my fellows. Smiling.


*we don’t need another hero. We don’t need to know the way….*


Lucky! The Stau was a tiny one.


Gas pedal down.


Middle lane is good.


Oh, I can se him far back. And here he comes.


Hi my red vibrating Ferrari.


Bye!


I must ride in one of those next time.


*hey just to funky for me, I gotta get inside of you…*


 


Way 7 to Hamburg. Just follow it down to Frankfurt, then I have to read the map. Peanuts!


Sun is shining. The landscape changes to curvy roads, up and down the hills. 190km/h downhill! That’s my girl! (I won’t tell dad!)


Need a break now. I’m hot, want a good smoke.


Goes out of the car, sit down on a bench. Clear my eyes.


*baby take of your coat, real slow. Baby take of you shoes, I take of the shoes now…*


Re-charges now. Back to business.


Roadwork. Now and then those roadwork. Slowing down, stopping the flow. Always take the left lane. Always.


*oh baby, you’re making me crazy. Every time I look around, you’re in my face…*


 


Hamburg is way back. Ha! I have eaten hamburger in Hamburg when I was a kid. Funny!


Lunch stop. My brain needs some energy. Sandwiches and Red Bull. How culinary haha!


Back again.


This Volvo has a so tired motor. Come on, come on!


Up the hills, down the hills.


Sailplanes in the sky, eagles too. Of course. A beautiful day as this. I follow you.


*turn on, tune in and come out. Let it flow now mama…*


 


Stau outside Frankfurt. I’m quite tender now. But just maybe one, let’s say one and a half hour left. Map up. Ok, here we are.


Road 63, the 61 towards Mainz. Then 462 and 55.


I recognize it now.


I need a cool beer now. No, wine. Yes wine. I’m in the middle of Wine Land now.


*meeting you with a view to a kill. Face to faces, secret places, feel the chill…*


 


I’m done.









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