187 kilometers per hour. That was as fast as I could get our Mercedes van to go on the German autobahn between Munich and Bayreuth.
We had spent a week in Munich without the need for the van. But once I got my hands on the wheel, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Go as fast as possible.
Julie found the European streets crazy enough, but once we were outside the city, she found it even crazier. I found the lack of speed limits to be a welcome sight.
When I was 17 I found out my dad’s GMC truck has a governor on it. I’m not a car guy, but I guess it keeps the engine from going past a certain speed limit. I knew our van wouldn’t have one—oh wait—it did. It was Julie.
“Jesse, slow down.”
“Why are we going this fast?” (Because we can! Don’t you see?!)
“Are those brake lights?”
“There’s a speed limit sign.” (Only when it’s raining sweetheart! That’s what bei Nasse means!)
Julie continued to grip anything she could find tighter than normal, and gasp a few times every few minutes. This went on until we reached Bayreuth, which luckily didn’t take too long. I’d had it floored most of the time.
Fast forward a few weeks.
Julie, my white-knuckled, anti-autobahn wife sat reading Atlas Shrugged on our way from Garmish-Partenkirchen to Munich. The driving conditions were our best yet—no traffic and no rain. We made great time and I don’t know if Julie ever glanced up from her book.
After several weeks of an average speed of about 102 mph on the freeway, she didn’t even notice. Once, when I told her we were going 60 mph, she laughed because it seemed so slow (it does). She was acclimated to high speeds.
But Jesse, what does this have to do with Budgeting?
So much! What do you think?