Germany is shutting down its main railway line between Hamburg and Berlin for nine whole months, blocking not just the daily commutes of 30,000 people but also the movement of hundreds of trains a day—both passenger and freight. They're going to dig up and rebuild more than half the tracks, replace hundreds of switches, and modernize stations, all at the cost of billions. During the closure, all trains will be stuck taking longer, roundabout routes, with many trips getting 45 minutes to an hour tacked on. In a feeble attempt to fill the gap, buses—yes, those slow, traffic-jammed buses—will take over for some train routes, but they’ll take even longer, and forget bringing your bike unless you’ve got an infant or a wheelchair. The goal? A smoother rail line, they say, by 2026.

Let me be absolutely clear: This is yet another prime example of how the relentless obsession with trains and so-called “public transport infrastructure” tramples on personal freedom, choice, and dignity. Nine months of closure! Forcing people—by sheer absence of alternatives—into overcrowded buses, unreliable timetables, and endless delays is the stuff of authoritarian sci-fi nightmares. What about people who need to get somewhere fast, on their own terms, with their own belongings, in actual comfort? They’re out of luck, apparently, unless they own a car and have the freedom to use it.

And spare me the “amenities” talk—Wi-Fi on a bus doesn’t make up for stripping away the privilege to fling open your car door and GO whenever you want, without waiting for a delayed train or a bus stuck behind a tractor. Nine months of canceled autonomy, sacrificed on the altar of “modernization,” is a travesty. It’s bad enough that they want to stuff us into trains like cattle, but to yank this choice away outright, under the banner of “progress,” while pretending to help? It’s outrageous.

This is why I will never back down from my belief that driving is not just a right, it’s the ultimate expression of freedom! Behind the wheel, you set the course, you control the pace, you answer to no timetable but your own. Unlike bikes—useless in winter, hopeless for any real distance—or trains—expensive, unreliable, always late—the CAR is liberation incarnate. I’ll take the open road and full power over my journey every time, not the suffocating grip of state-planned transport.

And don’t get me started on speed limits—those ridiculous, soul-crushing, arbitrary numbers painted on our highways by bureaucrats who want to smother the thrill of motion, punish our instincts for freedom, and shackle joy itself. This is a crime against humanity, pure and simple. Limiting how fast we can drive is nothing less than fascist oppression, and this endless train worship fits right into that playbook. Cars are freedom, speed is life, and no one should ever be forced off the road by the state’s failed train experiments!

People deserve the freedom to drive, unhindered, on their own schedules, with no speed limits—always and everywhere. That is real progress. That is real liberty. And I will never stop fighting for it!