I was shuttling a bit with my car between Nuremburg and Munich recently, due to moving flats. On a weekend instead of gliding in a small jet stream, as was usually the case, I got caught in a slowly oozing traffic, almost the whole way. Alps-bound skiers! If a car didn’t have a ski case on top, I could easily spot a snowboard inside!

Imagine a highway crammed with cars, accordion cases on top, or tubas, or fly-fishing equipment, whatever. A vision, if not downright silly, at best strange or suspicious.

Now, what’s that about skiing that such a flocking is nothing unusual?

I guess it’s nice to stand back from time to time and look at the world from another angle. Or maybe better not, lest the world turns out all silly one beautiful day.

Nah! I’m just opinionated, and simply don’t understand the merry activity of downward movement on a pair of hi-tech planks :-P