Saturday morning, 7:30 a.m. The sun is shining, the road conditions are good, and so is the mood, on the way from Ebersberg to Markt Schwaben. At the edge of the road, the forest has become lighter for some time, but between the tall trees you sometimes feel like you are in a homely, green tunnel, in which the eye can wander calmly, appropriate to the moderate speed. The line in the middle of the street is solid, there were signs indicating no overtaking long before. Suddenly a black Porsche with a Munich number approaches from behind. With a full roar he shoots past like an arrow.
A memory surges forward from the depths of memory, of that legendary advertisement: “Put the tiger in the tank!” In comparison, your own car seems more like a gentle lapcat, purring along, obediently observing all restrictions.
Which is not necessarily a reason for joy. Because, yes, even as a law-abiding citizen who obediently stops at every red light, even in the middle of the night, regardless of whether other vehicles are on the road or not, you sometimes have to grit your teeth in the forest. For example, when a long line has formed behind a very cautious driver. But you just let the driving go by, just like you don’t down two beers before you get behind the wheel… although, wasn’t there something? Doesn’t matter. You don’t do it. And if a slight irritation wants to spread, in the face of another fat SUV that neatly ignores the various prohibitions, you remember the various wayside shrines in the forest and that sometimes it’s not pleasant to have a few minutes losing, but a lot better than never having time for anything again. Also: When you’ve reached the autobahn – and it’s not just the start of your vacation – then you’re welcome to let the tiger off the leash. In this respect: A very clear “yes” to a demonstrably sensible overtaking ban in the forest.