I learned to drive a car on a dung heap.
I could already drive a tractor. Gas, brakes, clutch and gear lever were not new to me.
Then there was Anka…..
And Anka had a BMW 700
Behind our house there was a large dung heap.
My goal was simple: to get to the top without going up in smoke with the clutch.
It gradually succeeded.
You can’t really tell anyone that anymore today.
But that’s exactly how my driving life began.
To be continued!
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