David Morton
Lifetime Supporter
My journey was from Luasitzring (Schipkau) to Herborn on Sunday morning. The police who stopped me were operating in the old East Germany area in the Dresden area and spoke absolutely no English. I was intercepted on the Autobahn and a red light saying 'FOLGEN' and they led me off the Autobahn to some obscure garage area - about 4 miles from my route.
They first decided that I was 'commercial' and I could see them thinking
big cash register numbers. I had overtaken them on the Autobahn as they were doing about 30 to 40 mph on an uphill stretch and its vital to me to keep any speed I had as I was towing a fairly heavy trailer. Then this pratt of an apologie of a man sarted getting excited and became rather loud, shouting 'gewict gewict' at me. I gave him the documents folder
and he became more excited, still shouting at me. This was when I started shouting back at him. I nearly felt like telling hem it was my father who bombed his fathers bratwurst shop. I can see how shootouts can start. A motorcyclist (none police) intervened and told me to take a deep breath and not to antagonise him/them anymore. He got the policeman to look through the documents and asked me to open up the Sprinter van and trailer. When the police saw the inside of the van was configured as an RV they simply walked away and drove off. The motorcylist was so helpful and told me they were police in the old East Germany and still had attitude. He told me that some of them are a bit like the old Volks Polizei. I lost an hour + in total and missed the sailing from Dunkerque at 2200 and ended up driving at 90 mph+ for 4 hours to ensure I could get the midnight sailing instead. Mean while this little f------g bastard was probably tucked up in bed with his Olga. They really are the total pits. I think I might write a letter to his president.
So if you are driving in the old eastern areas of Germany on a foreign plate, beware. They are arch bastards.
They first decided that I was 'commercial' and I could see them thinking
big cash register numbers. I had overtaken them on the Autobahn as they were doing about 30 to 40 mph on an uphill stretch and its vital to me to keep any speed I had as I was towing a fairly heavy trailer. Then this pratt of an apologie of a man sarted getting excited and became rather loud, shouting 'gewict gewict' at me. I gave him the documents folder
and he became more excited, still shouting at me. This was when I started shouting back at him. I nearly felt like telling hem it was my father who bombed his fathers bratwurst shop. I can see how shootouts can start. A motorcyclist (none police) intervened and told me to take a deep breath and not to antagonise him/them anymore. He got the policeman to look through the documents and asked me to open up the Sprinter van and trailer. When the police saw the inside of the van was configured as an RV they simply walked away and drove off. The motorcylist was so helpful and told me they were police in the old East Germany and still had attitude. He told me that some of them are a bit like the old Volks Polizei. I lost an hour + in total and missed the sailing from Dunkerque at 2200 and ended up driving at 90 mph+ for 4 hours to ensure I could get the midnight sailing instead. Mean while this little f------g bastard was probably tucked up in bed with his Olga. They really are the total pits. I think I might write a letter to his president.
So if you are driving in the old eastern areas of Germany on a foreign plate, beware. They are arch bastards.