Finished Day 1 with my customer in Frankfurt and we've got dinner in 1 hour so here goes the first installment. This is going to take several iterations to unpack everything I saw in two days.
Arrived in Frankfurt from Abu Dhabi at 0705 on Saturday. It was about 9:20 by the time I finished fooling around with getting the rental car. Based on my Google Map Recon, my goal was to drive 3 hours to Bastogne and get there in time for lunch. Since my customer is Daimler, I insisted on a Mercedes-Benz and got a C180 with a satellite navigation system.
So, I headed out on the Autobahn towards Belgium. I had driven on the Autobahn in Austria some 14 years ago so I had some idea how it worked and I'd read some books - most notably Neil Peart's book -
Roadshow: Landscape With Drums: A Concert Tour by Motorcycle where he repeatedly emphasized the concept of "drive-right" and how people being overtaken need to move to the right. Once I got to the first no speed limit zone, I kicked it in the butt just to see what this little C180 would do. It accelerated up to 140 kmh easily and got up to 160 kmh (100 mph) with no real problems. It continued to work it's way up to 180 kmh but beyond that, there wasn't much. I did get it up to 200 kmh on one stretch but there was really nothing left.
Now, the road trip was the first part of my journey and an important one since I was really relying on the SatNav to get me where I was going. So, at one point, I ran into some road construction and the SatNav detoured me around on some rural roads. Then, I made a wrong turn at some point and I guess the "shortest distance" option must have kicked in because the next thing I know, I'm driving through small farm towns that looked like they could have been anywhere between Hearne and Temple. Eventually, this overzealous nav system takes me down a gravel road through a cornfield in rural Luxembourg. This also answered one question I had - Passports.
Once I cleared immigration at Frankfurt, that was it. I drove right across the Luxembourg and Belgian borders like I was driving to the next county. It was no big deal at all. In fact, I was lucky if the border was even marked in most cases.
Eventually, I get to Bastogne and it's definitely lunch time. I had been driving for 3 hours nonstop - except for a 30 second stop to try to figure out what my navigation system was telling me.
I drive through town and figure my best bet for lunch is going to be to park and walk around until I find a cafe to eat at. There appeared to be a lot of pizza places and of course plenty of cafes with seating outside on the sidewalk or in the town square.
As I park the car, I hear police sirens and hear a really loud roar of what sounds like motorcycle engines. I look down the street and I see a fleet of Quad bikes. Four Wheelers. There must have been at least 200 of them riding in two files down the street. Apparently, I'd stumbled on to some sort of European Quad Bike event called the Nuts Cup.
http://www.eqtb.eu/