Startplatz Aschach

In the inn in Aschach, people liked to say that the devil loved to drive through the Bäckergassl. No wonder the farmers sent a prayer to heaven as soon as they stepped out of the parlour.
they stepped out of the parlour. Except for one: a young lad didn't think much of praying. "That's for superstitious people, I've already forgotten how to do it myself," he said and laughed, "let the devil come and get me, I'll give him one with my bare hand so he lands on his arse." One day, the young lad had looked a little too deeply into the glass. He stepped out of the parlour on wobbly legs and walked through the baker's alley. A cart passed by; the farmer slowed down in front of him and let the lad climb on. After a while, however, he felt uneasy about the whole thing.
Were there really no horses in front? And why was the coachman wearing a black frock? The lad was overcome with fear. In his distress, he could think of nothing better than to pray. The very first "Gsatzl" (sentence) made quite a racket.
noise. He landed on the seat of his trousers in the middle of the road. But the lorry rumbled off in a hurry.