Nostalgia, Autobahn Style was an earlier posting in my Autobahn 27 series, and described an encounter that led to wishing for Interstates instead of Autobahnen. To cast aside such twisted, fleeting blasphemy, this story aims to reinforce the best of Autobahn driving.
This vignette began in decidedly proletarian fashion, but evolved into a legendary drive that the author experienced vicariously. Things started one late-spring Saturday morning in Bremen. Out of nowhere, my wife expressed a hankering for that little-known Northern German specialty, the “Patty Melt with Fries”, best found at the Bremerhaven bowling alley. So darn, the only solution was to drive up A-27 to the U.S. Army garrison to our north. Double darn! Would an amazing encounter erupt, with our Peugeot 205 GTI being lured into a dice with a wanton pack of 911’s? Hardly. In fact, the drive of the day / month / three-year tour belonged to a Benzin-happy, Bondurant-schooled U.S. Army lieutenant, Ralph Moore.