I struggle out of bed after an uneasy two hours of sleep with anticipation on the brain. I never sleep well before a trip. Determined to beat the traffic, our group of eight piled into a nine-seater Ford Transit, and headed out of the Park & Ride lot at 0400. Just a bit earlier than oh-dark-thirty. Luckily, gas station breaks provided me with a Nescafe Choco coffee and a sugar-free Red Bull. Very early in the trip we witnessed first hand how the metal railing along the Autobahn does not collapse like the guardrails in the States, but instead forces one’s car hood to collapse like a condensed accordion. Good to know. We take Autobahn 5 to A7 to A4, and the sun finally showed itself about 0715, presenting us with a foggy and chilly northern
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