On a lovely sunday midday Ingrid, Stephan and I headed north where I was to drop Ingrid and Stephan off in Mannheim and I had to proceed to The Hague. Having driven the most pitoresque and most slow route featuring lots of hills and many bends for an hour, we finally hit the A5. Alas, after driving on same for about 5 minutes the motor made quite strange noises, we agreed to stop and call the ADAC to have a look. We waited for three hours at a cosy little petrol station, loungin in the sun doing nothing. When the gentleman of the ADAC arrived he told us in a very calming manner that the motor is gone, but with luck, the help of the yellow god of touring cars and lots of downhill driving we could make it to Mannheim. So we proceeded. After about 2km the Motor went WHAMM! extruded an impressing amount of smoke, lost the clutch housing and went very quiet. So we stopped on the side of the A5, much less convenient that the earlier stop and waited yet again for The ADAC. This time for the tow truck:
After only one and a half hours of waiting on the side of the busiest road ever, and only one visit by the cops they arrived. A young guy and his girl friend, apparently.
I am not sure wether this is common practice, but we were to stay in the van as it was actually put on the tow truck and the tow truck drove back to its base. See these pictures:
This is how they secured the van on the truck, photos from respective sides of the van:
On the way back we still enjoyed the ride, Stephan and Ingrid chillin:
Arriving at the ADAC Garage thing:
I had to wait for six (!) hours before I got a hire car, Ingrid and Stephan were picked up by the Ehrenobmann, luckily we could kill the time hanging on the local village - end of the world - beer party:
They even had trikes:
Well, it all ended by me gettin home at 7.30 the next morning. I have no pictures of that.