Along the Route 66
There's lights behind us and Mathias is forced to stop. "Police. Drivers license and car documents," demands the tall, strict officer with a raised voice, who suddenly appears next to our window. We don't know exactly what we did wrong, but we will be informed immediately. "Didn't you see the 30 miles sign?" - Uh no - "There's a race going on and people get killed, if you speed like that". We drove 40 as allowed on the last board we saw. But we already noticed many cyclists. Well, maybe we overlooked a temporary 30s sign. Mathias apologizes in all form. "You are not from here, so you don't know the area", it continues from the sheriff while he examines our papers. His facial features slowly relax and he finally lets us drive on with a smile on his face, as Mathias high and holy promises to take better care of us from now on.
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