Schumacher

The cops in Bulgaria are such sweet hearts; late last night, right after the Bulgarian border, Osama is speeding on the road when a cop pulls us over and goes with a heavy accent: this is not a rally, you think you are Schumacher? He tells us to be careful and abide by the speed limit and sends us off on our merry way; a couple of hours later, while I am driving, another cop pulls us over because I was speeding; I thought we are screwed this time, given the earlier incident; the cop tells us that we need to abide by the speed limit and sends us off in our merry; we had many laughs about the cops stopping us for a third time, this time with Nadim driving, and this timing arresting him, since it would be the third time, while Osama and I pretend to be sleeping. Honga Bonga (use your imagination).