I remeber when I was a teenager, we knew a guy his father had a BMW3 serie, a Bavaria, for us it sounded like power, comfort and sport but it also ment windy roads, pine forests and green rivers. The trunk filled with gear, crossing Germany in a few hours, with this Blaupunkt radio system we were feedind with tapes, pressing those hard black buttons that were rectnagular and round at the same time. I’ll never forget the smell of leather and gasoline and the feeling of power we would get when we were in that car. No speed limit in those days, and if there was, it didn’t feel like it, everything felt available, we were teenagers, our life was a dream. So when I see the Danica Boys having fun with those trout in Bavaria, I want to be there and I remember that BMW which was like a dream.