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Cake day: June 3rd, 2023

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  • Not a direct answer to your question, but a story why I do not want special cars anymore.

    I named my first car „Wilson“, after the beachvolleyball that Tom Hanks had in the movie „Cast Away“. That car was old, rusty and slow, but I really liked it. It meant freedom and another step growing up. I felt responsible and was so proud of it too!

    One night someone crashed into Wilson while it was parked. The police woke me up by ringing the bell early in the morning and asked me to come downstairs. I was still sleepy and panicked, only managed to grab a short pants and a t-Shirt. It was autumn, cold wind was blowing leaves along the empty street and I saw my Wilson crashed against a wall. The metal crumbled, the lights were broken, most of the windows shattered.

    They made me fetch my belongings from the car, then it was already put onto a tow truck. I stood on the street, a box of car utensils and my sunglasses in my hands and stared at Wilson while it was being towed away. I was heartbroken. When the tow truck drove off, I felt like Wilson was crying.

    Since then I never went into a „relationship“ with a car again. They don’t receive names, everything they get is a bit of decoration, maybe. It showed to be a good decision because the same thing happened with the next car, again the police rang my bell…


  • I‘m from Germany, we more or less stick to the driving rules. One day I had to drive through Paris around the Arc de Triomphe with its eight lanes, in a foreign car which was bigger than I was used to, with three other people in it and a broken second gear. So it was either first or third gear. Stop and go for hours, and the French don’t care much about overtaking rules, any driving rules to be exact. In hindsight it was fun, but in that moment I was drenched in sweat.