Scuderia Hanseat II. The madhouse revisited.
Those of you who read my post on the Sports drivers course on Nürburgring in May probably think I‘ve gone bonkers (at least everyone in my family does!). All of you who haven't read it: please don‘t, because I did it again! Yet this time it was no trotting with foxes but dancing with wolves. At least this is how the group, I was invited to join, thinks of itself. And I hate admitting it, but they are right. A gang of passionate drivers and loving it. No introduction for the beginners, no long explanations, no questions, no pause, no food, no mercy,no loo, no chitchat (that was a hard one!), just driving, driving and driving. Oh I loved it. Goddess Nordschleife was kind, the weather fine and the track dry. The system Scuderia Hanseat had been much improved by adapting the ideal line to the race line.
If you asked me why I and all those other mad people keep on going back to this course, no one will be able to give a quick answer. It‘s a quest for the perfect motion on the most challenging track of the world, in a landscape which is rough yet beautiful, full of hidden powers. No one ever gets it right entirely, maybe one turn, maybe two or even three,(out of seventy). But even if it is just one sole turn and even if this single little turn feels right only 80 Percent, the sensation of flow, of perfect calmness and harmony feels like breaking through the sound barrier, a moment of timelessness. You end up becoming a tool together with the rack, with the car, a tool remote controlled to the extent where things cannot be sped up or slowed down anymore, you end up just following the flow. It's amazing.
Fuchsroehre: anyone who claims that he goes down here without lifting the throttle is either a liar or a hero!
And going the other way: this narrow alley is a racetrack, remember!
Entering Pflanzgarten, can you imagine the speed and the rhythm?
Or here? Quiddelbacher Hoehe.
Going up Arremberg turn back to Schwedenkreuz. Receiving our critique: early morning dew had turned the road surface into glass, at least for me. I ended up in the gravel first thing. Good morning!
The wolves, all obediently lined up, behaving.
Grand Prix track: a lot, really a load of fun is to be had there!!!!
Instructor with a 2.7 RS, which has been handed down from his father. With some original "Tour de France" stripes. Fantastic.
Going down Steilstrecke and taking pictures at the same time makes me crush into the bushes, almost.
We had it good, last week: so good!
Waiting in line for the critique. It's my Kobold racer.
Racing past magic forests. This is the Nordschleife.
In front of me..
..And beside me: ready for take-off..
..and so is Kobold Racer waiting for our turn in Pflanzgarten..
..whilst we listen to HG Muellers intructions. Watch the faces closely.
Bye Bye. Back to normality. It's so long till may.
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