Years ago, on the night of a German Grand Prix at Hockenheim, won I think by Eddie Irvine, after Mika Salo was ordered to let him pass, we finished work pretty late. There was nothing to eat and we needed food and so we rushed in indecent fashion to the only place we thought might be open and arrived at close to midnight at a McDonalds in the industrial suburbs of Ludwigshafen, where they hadn't yet put the lights out.
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