And suddenly we arrive at a golf course and the road ends. Ooops! While all the other people present are quietly putting golf balls around the green, with their large SUVs parked neatly in the car park, here we are with a Mercedes-Benz 220 “Ponton” unexpectedly parked in the middle of the green. That might raise a few eyebrows.
“Excuse me, but this road is actually closed to traffic. People play golf, here, you see …” With our heads lowered, we mutter something about open barriers, confusing route guidance and enticing sandy tracks and we’re just about to mumble some form of apology when we realise there is a growing number of golfers standing around. Soaked to the skin, some of them pull their caps down tighter while others appear to have given up the fight with the elements, but they all seem to be grateful for the historical change on this rainy morning on the green. Phrases like “That was my dad’s first car …” or “Wow! A ‘Ponton’ Mercedes, and the long-wheelbase version, as well, look at that, Egon …” replace the well-meant instruction about who is allowed to be where and who isn’t.