Ze Chermans (say that out loud)

Day 2:
Km ridden: About 500
Current Location: Far too far from Copenhagen
Breakdowns: None!  Woohoo!

Well it's certainly been an interesting day.  After yesterday's debarkle with the broken down satnav (which as I got working again I didn't mention) and then the broken bike, I was under the impression that we had probably had our "events" for at least the next few weeks.

Once again, my talent for underestimating the wrath of that magnicificent work of fiction I keep insulting, otherwise known as "God", is becoming legendary.

The day started out well.  The weather, whilst cloudy thankfully decided that it didn't want to piss down with rain on us.  All that left was to try and get to the Danish border alive and unscathed. 

Now, related to that, let me share some thoughts about the Germans.  I really love the Germans.  They are warm, considerate, friendly people.  Believe it or not they do have a sense of humour that goes beyond toilet humour, and I personally think that Germany is one of the nicest places you could live.  That said, the moment you put them into a car, and let them drive it, they become complete and total CUNTS.  Trying to negotiate the Autobahn at anything less than 160 kph is potentially suicide.  In the slow lane, you have the caravans etc driving at 100kph or slower, and in the other the nutters doing over 250.  Now lets remember folks, that the Germans are special.  They have the GOD GIVEN RIGHT to drive at ANY speed they like, at ANY time.  Apparently.  If you happen to be overtaking somebody, you will suddenly see in your mirrors some twat in a BMW less than a meter from you with his indicators on flashing his lights at you because you dared to get in his way.

The same is very much the case when it comes to changing lanes.  As it is the German's right to be on the road at any time and under any circumstances, then if they see a spot of road that they want to be in, then they will just move over.  Regardless if that space is currently occupied or not.  Just like the idiot with the caravan who decided that as he was bigger than Vanessa, he was within his rights to just move over.  The reaction to being informed that he had almost killed a motorbiker was along the lines of "so?". 

I could go on and on about this subject, but the one thing I have realised is that there is no "final solution" to this question.  Ahem......