And now I drive the A40 from Essen to Duisburg, when in an 80km/h zone a middle-aged lady, with her Opel Astra, from the acceleration strip still has enough time to the next appointment, is driving on the track. So far everything is normal, only that she leaves the turn signal on the left, makes me a bit stubborn (and attentive). Suddenly white lights at her rear, the car goes up in the back and sometimes also the brake lights on. I reacted immediately, despite the heat, just like the brake assistant too. Unfortunately, I could only push the horn a quarter of a second later, because my multitasking skills are even more limited in such situations than usual. Couldn’t you combine the brake assistant with the horn? With flickering backlights, that’s what I could have used, by the way, since the Omega Caravan, who drove behind me, but then with a good distance, had nothing better to do than turn on me (Ars**, what can I do for it!) But what made me look like a ride on the ride, because I had a ride on the car, because I had a ride on the car.