SLO NightWriters

Growing up with hot rods and corvettes, my friends and I had one recurring ‘Someday…’ notion, that we would go to Germany and drive on the Autobahn.

The only problem with this kind of dreaming is that there are no specifics. After all, we obviously knew exactly what it would be like to go roaring down a well-engineered road with no speed limits in an eminently powerful auto.

So it was that, at the grand young age of sixty-five, I agreed to go to Germany to visit my new wife’s relatives. Arriving in Frankfort, we picked up our rental car and suddenly my adolescent dream swept in like a tidal wave as we took off down the Autobahn.

Unfortunately, I found myself driving a Fiat Punto, which only rattled down the road, trying to stay out of the way of Porsches, BMWs and Mercedes.

Contributed by: Dennis Eamon Young