Robag Wruhme has cloned himself! The reason for this is the love of the streets, white borders, and the stripe down the middle. It's all good when he's riding high, the asphalt flicking along: radio, rest stops and adventureÖuntil finally he makes his way home to more familiar surroundings. Its his own special way to pay homage to one of the most important German language TV series' of the 80's: Auf Achse! The soundtrack is virtually from today if the set is the clubs instead of being presented as a video production. Complete, not with the WDR (West Deutscher Rundfunk) orchestra, rather with the big-band goodies from Rolf and his tiny electronic magic box. Dopamin: Rolf is so drunk, as drunk as a skunk! He has lost all control, and now his alter-ego Robag has to take control of the vehicle as Rolf is left to play around with the buttons on the radio. So what comes out is, Rolf gets up on the dance floor! Now rattling and rumbling straight to the boiling point, in a manner whereby the psychotropic are rendered irrelevant. The drug is simply and alone the music; and of course the tires shredding on the asphalt. Hakkatzen: Now, Rolf can't hold back anymore. He's got to have something to sip on: Robag pull over, I've got to have a bottle of grape juice. Great idea, how are we going to work this one out? Let's do it naturally with the fruit of the vine. With unrestrained power the surging ingredients bring us to a rave in a vineyard. All present dance in a great vat, filled with vines and ravers crushing the juice out of the grapes like the legendary Adriano Celetano in "The Taming of the Shrew". Only this one isn't driven via the presence of the beautiful Ornella Muti, rather through Rolf and his rhythmically prodigious deeds.