With 40 km/h we drive though the narrow Czech streets. The car
masters the pot-holes astonishingly well and one gets the impression
to sit in a four wheel drive. Conversation is nearly impossible,
the noise of the two-stroke engine is overwhelming and recalls the
muffled sounds of a machine gun... dum, dum, dum, dum...
When we climb a steep hill, the engine suddenly stops and the car
rolls backwards. I start sweating and nervously try to open the
door. I am reminded of the stories of my grandfather who took part
and won many ralleys in the Alpes and the Tatra Mountains. When
the descent or climb of the road became to steep, he opened the
door so that he could jump out in case the breaks run hot and fail
We however managed to stop the car, but there was no way to start
it again on this steep climb... thus we had to push the 500 kilo
car. My son Ruben was eager to help.