Ha ha ha ha, NB!

I still have nightmares about the German guy (on a BMW bike, by the way) who thought it a good idea to overtake both me, in a Volkswagen Beetle (in the fast lane on the Autobahn), and a convoy of five French Army three-ton trucks (in the slow lane) by riding the dotted line. I signalled my intention to pull in front of the lead three-tonner and cranked my head around to check behind me on the right (as one does), and saw the idiot right in my blind spot, in position to be slammed into the truck's front bumper.

I did not hit him, thanks be to God. I stayed in my lane and let him shoot past, leaving my Beetle and the French convoy in his dust. I was badly frightened, and at the next opportunity I pulled off to calm down. The biker was there, with his helmet off, presumably also recovering from the near miss. I got out of the car and gave him a piece of my mind in every language I could think of, and he meekly stood and took it.

The French Army had those trucks governed at a maximum 90 kilometres per hour, and they always travelled in packs, provoking other drivers into sometimes unwise manoeuvres to get around them. I still wonder how many overtaking incidents could be laid at their door.