The Autobahn and Banana juice

What do you do when you're in a reasonably powerful car on a German highway that has no speed limits?

You go fast. Real fast.


I thought we were going ridiculously fast, but Martin decided it was the last straw when a BMW overtook us like it was a joy riding two-wheeler overtaking autorickshaws back home; so he pressed harder on the accelerator.

(I swear I will never drive on an Autobahn. On a side note, I intend to get into the professor's BMW the next time he takes his ride out onto the highway. :D)

A hundred kmph has now registers as a koalaesque pace to be going at. Sixty - now that's for cyclists.

We maxed out here, only because Martin was adamant on proving that Banana juice exists.
When you've seen a reasonable amount of Germany, you learn to raise/lower the bar for what you would deem ridiculous. But Banana juice, I reasoned, was absurd. Banana Milkshake- I get, but Banana juice?

So Martin drove off the Autobahn (Phew!), and into a gas station, and asked for it!
Obviously, there wasn't any, and Martin was only pulling my leg with the Banana juice idea. ("You squeeze a banana, add some water, some filtration... tada!"- he said.)

Yesterday morning, however, the bars have been lowered to extents I didn't know existed:

I now believe anything Martin says.
(And the Banana juice was delicious!)