A Prodigal Son Comes Home
After quite some time in Germany and other foreign ports, Greyhawk has brought his family back to the States....and has already noticed a few telling differences between our own shores and the German forests he has been calling home all this time.
For starters...we Yanks don't drive nearly as well as we think we do:
In Germany a traffic jam is called a stau, and the Germans handle them very well. Wherever two lanes become one, the "zipper" is automatically used, and vehicles from each lane take turns merging into the one surviving lane.
Meanwhile, back where the two lanes have slowed to a crawl, the vehicles in each lane split as far as possible to the outside of their respective lanes, creating an effective center lane for use by emergency vehicles that may need to move quickly forward to the source of the delay. In America none of these things are done, and the best you can hope for is that not too many of your immediate neighbors will lean on their horns in hopes of moving the row of vehicles extending to the horizon before them.
(Now I've never been to Germany, but I have spent a lot of time on the American highway, both as a young member of my father's Air Force family and as head honcho of my own. And if what he says about German motorists is even half-true...he's right. But I digress.)
Stop on by, folks, and welcome him back. He deserves it.