Tour

From Munich I went across the north of Austria, west to east to Vienna, via Paseo and Linz. It was autumn-beautiful green-pasture open country, mountainy with forested crest tops. The most impressive thing was the wood and not large Chateaus, on the distant hill-sides, fronting vast grassyness and mini-wood-lands, as passed on the roads through-which I arrived in Vienna a beautiful city.

Riding the highways there were a lot of big-trucks. But there were trucks here in Europe like nowhere else I had seen. They were double trailers, trailer behind a trailer. Most rigs are truck and one trailer. These double-pullers towed a second and silent trailer. I on seated-scooter as trucks passed me by, shoulder-high rolling wheels would pass me slowly close, as I was squeezed into the straight and narrow. Whatnot was rolling by. I had to lean away from the road. There was some suction, as the girded frame and fender pulled air by its preponderance.

The first wheel front came rolling by followed by a second and quickly a third close together as that of the cab. Then comes usually one sometimes two wheels, and I have been concentrating, holding the scooter to the thin edge of the hard and fast as the first trailer ghosts by, the last wheel and safety. It was the trucks with the second trailer that always fooled me. Just as I was starting to relax, straighten-up and lean back into the roadway, another wheel came silently rolling along shoulder-high and then I knew more would be to follow.

How fast are they going ? How fast am I going ? It was all in speedometer metrics kilometres. I didn't like the Metrics thing. Everything metric. You have to run a comparative scale, with what I grew up-with and a calculator.

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