Die Strasse Reise - Part 2

And so to the ring. Another perfect day and a very crowded circuit. Start with the usual, a casual stroll around the car park to see who has brought what. No Kangoo diesel this time but the usual mix of Porsche and BMW, a few shit things painted orange, a collection of Dutch Alfa 75's. The only things worthy of a mention was the yellow Diablo - a bit too showy for me and the Porsche Carrera GT - nice.

Farid on the way to the circuit.

Then the time comes to buy the ticket and head out for your first lap. Every time, as I'm sitting with helmet on, waiting for the barrier to rise, I think "and why am I doing this again". If anyone actually sat and thought how dangerous it is, with bikes flying passed on all sides, unpredictable dicks in Porsches who are only quick in a straight line and stupid English twats in Alfa Romeos, the place would be closed in an instant. But nobody does think and it's still open - for which we are truly grateful. And then, with in three corners, the apprehension turns to joy.With the tyres singing, engine shouting and the brakes cooking, nothing comes close. I still find it astounding that a normal road car can be put through so much and still drive you home afterwards. Thank you Germany, for your crazy driving laws.

Castle? Did we go to a castle?

After a full day and some interesting laps, due to the busy circuit, it was back to the hotel to analyse laps, photos and footage over beer and cake (except for Hawk) and to prepare for cuttlefish and noodles. Sunday night in Adenau is a quiet affair. It's easy to get caught out and miss the closing time of the bars - basically, if you aren't in them they close. We just managed to avoid disaster as the usual establishments were dark and empty, but a schlep up the high street brought us to the last bar illuminating the pavement. I don't think they were expecting anyone to bother going this far down the street. We managed to get served but not with the customary smile associated with German bar-staff.

More cuttlefish anyone?

A few more beers, cocktails and curious shots and the long walk back to the hotel, made longer by alcohol. And comforted by the knowledge that Monday means a trip to the Nurburgring Museum.... again.

More to follow...