FANTASY REALIZED. SORT OF

摘要

ACCORDING TO MY IMAGINATION, Germany's autobahns are mythical highways where Porsche-based Rufs prowl the left lane and the speed limit is infinity. In my autobahn fantasy, I decide to dash out for some black forest cake from the actual Black Forest, so I jump into my Mercedes-Benz 500E and blaze out on a 150-mile journey. The only other traffic consists of slightly slower cars that move immediately to the right when I flash my headlights. Defer to my superior power, peons! One hour later: I'm eating cake. Also, all of this is taking place in 1994, for some reason.