But I was in my old BMW, white one, which you saw before.

And I couldn't keep the, I was saying, my foot was down.

I was doing nearly 200 kilometers and it wouldn't get faster.

And 200 is not slow.

That's like 125 miles an hour.

Maybe, but I mean, it's only for a few hours.

So I'm going like that.

And I was stressed because I want to go in fast lane.

And I'm passing, the lorries are going past.

The lorries are doing 80 kilometers and you're doing 200.

And the lorries are just going like that, past.

You can't even think about slowing down to go behind one.

And then I blink and then a fucking Porsche in the mirror.

And it's flashing the lights.

And I'm like, okay, but I can't go past that.

And I can't pull over because I'll go into a lorry.

And where did you go? Munich?

Yeah, because Munich is...

Yeah, but that's South Germany.

But you go to West Germany.

When you come from Holland side, you go past all the richest.

Essen, Frankfurt, Dortmund, Köln.

These are proper rich.

Bavaria is like Switzerland and they're all old and boring.

But you go in there, West Germany is like London or something.

It looks beautiful.

It's not mountains that much, but it's beautiful.

But that's where you see the sports cars and the crazy stuff.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

It was fine.

At least engine lights come out.

And I was like, oh, fuck, you're going to be fucked up.

What am I going to do then?

You know, no money to fix you.

I don't know.

I tried to tell you as well.

Yeah, but it's been okay.

Only because that bastard was driving like a fucking idiot.

Too fast.

He was basically, no, he was like,

broken my car.

I don't know how to explain.

Even Lucas said like, what the fuck?

I was shouting like...

I mean, he's automatic.

I understand if you're in the wrong gears and stuff,

but he's automatic.

How could he drive like that?

It doesn't matter.

He's like pushing, pushing, pushing.

I said, don't push.

He's not going to go.

Don't push.

What the fuck?

And he's breaking.

Gas, breaking.

I was like looking at him.

I was proper lost.

You don't know.

I was shouting.

I even get this, get this to Lucas

and I never saw him like that.

What the fuck?

I wish I'd been there.

I would have driven if I was there.

He could sit in the back if I was there.

And I would drive normal.

If it's going to make you feel better,

I didn't enjoy it.

I know, you told me that.

I was fucking angry.

You told me.

Yeah, we all wanted to leave him there.

Believe me, I was nearly to like fucking go.

I wish you had.

I wouldn't have.

Yeah, I'm not going to be honest.

But that's what.

Some people just

I don't understand.

At least we agree about driving

because you learn from me

so you drive nice time.

No, now I'm so lazy driving slowly.

Like I'm quick where I need.

But when I go on the motorway

and I'm just like

I'm early enough for work

or like you're still back on the roundabout

somewhere.

I'm thinking, why do even 70?

Like I just go behind Lorry 56

and I got cruise control on

because I knew I have to wait for you anyway.

So I might as well do slowly and save fuel.

And I wish the judge

discovered the car

and he would put it in sport mode.

Not anymore.

And my cousin lives in Hamburg

and he would go to Hamburg to Berlin.

But he would do it in a car

and he would do it in his Audi A5

and he would do it on a motorbike.

And his mama was shouting, shouting, shouting

because he told her

I don't have a motorbike anymore.

I sold it.

But he was lying

because she was just so scared.

She came to his flat when I was there

and they had a massive fight

because he put the motorbike in the service lift

and took it in his flat.

So his mama wouldn't see us and bullshit.

It was an expensive one.

I'm just thinking.

Sorry.

Go on.

No, he would go from Hamburg to Berlin

which is six hours.

And he would go there

six hours in the car.

He would go there, have a lunch

and come back just for fun.

And he was going nearly 400 kilometers

on motorway, on motorbike.

Oh, yeah.

He said, you know,

when the Lamborghinis flash the lights

and make you move,

I'm going to the Lamborghinis

on my motorbike.

Okay.

Sorry.

What did you want to say?

No, oh, no.

That's why you need glasses.

After you get them, you'll remember everything.

No, I was just thinking

to get a very, very cheap car for work

then put BMW with this one for parts.

And to save for,

and I'm pretty, I wanted to say,

pretty serious for small, right?

You choose, go down that road

or sort your credit score

and lease one, like not BMW

but brand new without any headache

and keep this one, you know?

That's another option.

Yeah, but so much money.