“Yay, we’re faster!”
So as a little boy I hung in the back window of our Opel.
Before that, I had cheered on my mother for minutes:
step on the gas, step on the gas!
On the way to Italy, we fought agonizingly long overtaking battles with the Ford 17M.
When we were finally over, I waved maliciously out of the back window.
Yay, we’re faster!!
In between, Sinalco, De Beukelaar…
and various vomit attacks.
When I remember this today, how much I annoyed my poor mother, I can only say:
this woman must have been a saint.
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