Crap, sleepy.
Was a little late yesterday.
Then it has to be quick on the drive to the office.
Start the car and off you go.
Fortunately, there is little going on on the A3. So over to the left lane, now let's let the good piece fly.
Doesn't have 350 hp for nothing.
The first construction site: annoying!
Behind the 120 zone: total bad planning.
But now: everything is free, no more speed limit, and bang, 180 towards the office.
Yeah, three tons at low altitude.
Wouldn't have laughed if we didn't come on time.
Also, no snorers in their mid-range cars and no mothers block the left lane.
What the guys from the SUV club are saying
Braking only takes place at the exit. Then down into the city traffic, nothing helps. It starts immediately, of course: red lights, speed refusers, the full program. And the cyclists first! They get one new bike path after the other, painted beautifully red, and imagine that they can now have a say on our roads. The guys at the SUV club say cyclists are like blowflies. Okay, that might be a bit of a stretch, but they're still annoying. How they look when you pass them at 60. Wimps! Who drives 50 in the city? I'll pay the ticket with my left hand. Check the time: Shortly before nine, everything is OK, the underground car park is not far. There are already the first familiar faces. Oh, my colleague came by bike today, so we're going to ride the last few meters very, very slowly.There is still time for a brief greeting from the open driver's window: “Good morning! How was the trip? "