Crossing the Polish border

The weather stopped cooperating the closer we headed towards the Polish border. Truck traffic grew exponentially and the drivers were aggressive and pretty stupid most of the time.
The roads were relatively new and of high quality, something which surprised us. Polish tolls began to remind us of the French toll booths.
A rough calculation actually proved we had spent as much on tolls throughout Europe as we had spent on fuel in total. A sobering thought.