(for context: when I was 16, my Dad, in an effort to save money, drove us to Austria, which meant going most of the way down the autobahn on the west side of Germany. My lasting memory - aside from the traffic jam near Hockenheim on the weekend of the grand prix - was the miles upon miles of fields of sweetcorn that we passed)
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(for context: when I was 16, my Dad, in an effort to save money, drove us to Austria, which meant going most of the way down the autobahn on the west side of Germany. My lasting memory - aside from the traffic jam near Hockenheim on the weekend of the grand prix - was the miles upon miles of fields of sweetcorn that we passed)