We zipped through valleys of green grass pastureland dotted with belled cows and time worn churches topped by onion-domed steeples. Golden hills lined the valley in a blur of rich autumnal hues and deep evergreens, while lightly dusted distant mountains peaked out behind swirling mist.
Driving on the autobahn is … glorious. Absolutely glorious.
So much so, in fact, that I literally couldn’t contain a joyful song that burst from my lips while I sped down the highway. The video below shows me singing that song, and also unable to change lanes because the other cars were going to fast.
Everything was perfectly fall. I loved the brisk weather. I loved the German countryside. I loved the rush from keeping pace with all the crazy cars around me — all the while never having to worry about how fast I was actually going.
And I never thought I was actually going that fast. I was keeping pace with the average car — going faster than the semis, but getting tail-gated by the truly fast cars whenever I got into the fast lane to pass.
And of course since everything was in kph, it wasn’t until I came home and checked the conversion rate that I realized I was averaging 108 mph! I topped out at around 120 mph, and even when I was going those speeds there were speed demons easily passing me. I was a little wobbly-kneed after arriving in Oberammergau looking for a place to stay the night.
Our hotelier the first night laughed at my awe of the autobahn, stating it wasn’t uncommon to see people doing 250 kph, which I later calculated to be 155 mph.
It was an amazing experience, but it’s probably a good thing I never realized how fast I was going until after I got back home.
— Laura Rowley