Meine Frauline is from NRW, near Aachen. Little piss-ant town called Grotenrath, near another little piss-ant town called Tevern, which just happens to be near the longest runway in Germany, so I hear.
I was stationed there before the AWACs moved in, guarding nukes. Pershing missiles. Easy duty. I hardly glow in the dark, anymore.
My, did we party our asses off! Two miles from the Holland border, not far from Moechengladbach, Koeln, Aachen, Dusseldorf. Hell, I rode a cafe 750 Honda, Magura clip-ons, nasty loud 4-into-1, rearsets, custom saddle, Rickman race fairing. Running the best bias-ply tires money could buy back then, the Dunlop K81. Crashed maybe 10 times in two years, until I realized I wasn't Fast Freddy Spencer. Once I stayed within my limits, I quit crashing. Funny how that works. :lol:
Now, 29 years later, and she is still a supremely competent passenger. Hardly know she's back there, and won't protest until we reach crazy speeds, which we never, well, hardly ever, reach anymore.
So, anyway, gotta spring for the Europe maps, 'cause I ain't asking for directions. Und Deutsch ist kein problem fur mich. Wir sprechen Deutsch fast immer.