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Richard, did you go on the Austrian mountain roller coaster ride? It looks like such a good time,
- Thread starter Marg CDN
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richard-in-cincy
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No, never heard of it! Where is it? (Making note not to get into Erin's Viennese Tante's car.)
Yes, please don't. (Pardon me, Marg, for this brief hijacking of the thread.)
We are talking about a woman who, when she felt her intelligence insulted by the GPS system, *ripped it off the windshield* and tossed it in the backseat (narrowly missing my head), bless her heart...
This is the same woman who stopped and BEGAN TO BACK UP on the A1 autobahn--in the left lane--when her engine light went on (still with my husband and I in the car).
On the bright side (and to make this FRC), on one of those trips, we found an excellent restaurant at the height of mushroom season tucked away im Walde, thanks to one of those back-roads trips.
We are talking about a woman who, when she felt her intelligence insulted by the GPS system, *ripped it off the windshield* and tossed it in the backseat (narrowly missing my head), bless her heart...
This is the same woman who stopped and BEGAN TO BACK UP on the A1 autobahn--in the left lane--when her engine light went on (still with my husband and I in the car).
On the bright side (and to make this FRC), on one of those trips, we found an excellent restaurant at the height of mushroom season tucked away im Walde, thanks to one of those back-roads trips.
richard-in-cincy
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On second thought, she sounds fun!!! I love this!
I will never forget my Oma Hilde in Vienna, she had been through so much with the war, and she welcomed us with open arms. When she met me at the door and said "do you have plans tonight?" and I said, no, what do you have in mind? She whisked us off to the Prater and her husband's favorite beer garden. The grand dame kicked up her heels and we feasted and drank like true Viennese (like there was no tomorrow). Will never forget her arguing with the waiter on how to serve the beer properly--according to the OLD SCHOOL. We feasted on Schweinhax'n (Stelzer as they call it Vienna--the "stander" LOLOLO) and amazing Czech beer to have one of my most memorable evenings in dear old Vienna. Alas... Time is indeed cruel and Oma Hilda is nicht mehr.
I will never forget my Oma Hilde in Vienna, she had been through so much with the war, and she welcomed us with open arms. When she met me at the door and said "do you have plans tonight?" and I said, no, what do you have in mind? She whisked us off to the Prater and her husband's favorite beer garden. The grand dame kicked up her heels and we feasted and drank like true Viennese (like there was no tomorrow). Will never forget her arguing with the waiter on how to serve the beer properly--according to the OLD SCHOOL. We feasted on Schweinhax'n (Stelzer as they call it Vienna--the "stander" LOLOLO) and amazing Czech beer to have one of my most memorable evenings in dear old Vienna. Alas... Time is indeed cruel and Oma Hilda is nicht mehr.
richard-in-cincy
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Ah yes!!! I want to do this too!!!
I think this is the Rodelbahn outside of Neuschwanstein on the border of Austria and Germany (where my ashes will ceremoniously be dumped over the Marienbrücke at my untimely demise). I love Papa's commentary on the way down!!!
I think this is the Rodelbahn outside of Neuschwanstein on the border of Austria and Germany (where my ashes will ceremoniously be dumped over the Marienbrücke at my untimely demise). I love Papa's commentary on the way down!!!
richard-in-cincy
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And another aside...
Summer of 1983, driving in Herr Plohberger's big BMW on the Autobahn off to the Dachstein, or Venice, or wherever in the hell we set off to. I would literally hide my eyes and more than once, jumped in the back seat to lay down and pretend I wasn't in a car hurtling down the highway at unmentionable speeds. We routinely were crusing at 150mph. Good Gawd!
Summer of 1983, driving in Herr Plohberger's big BMW on the Autobahn off to the Dachstein, or Venice, or wherever in the hell we set off to. I would literally hide my eyes and more than once, jumped in the back seat to lay down and pretend I wasn't in a car hurtling down the highway at unmentionable speeds. We routinely were crusing at 150mph. Good Gawd!