Just a few minutes ago I woke up, after I dreamt, that I've seen on a large boulevard in Paris, how a 1998 Ford Fiesta with a plate from Heidelberg, driven by two bearded morons, bumped by entering a parking lot into the back of a 1972 K 70, unoriginally repainred in tiefseegrün with Tunisian plate.
The morons in the Fiesta escaped, and I met the K 70-owners, a very elegant young couple with a bunch of high-priced suitcases, and I tried to explain them on French, that I can help them with parts.
Before they answered, I woke up.