At the danger of being committed of high treason, of being quartered and stoned, tortured boiled and eaten. At the danger of no-one in this Country ever speaking to me again. At the danger of never being allowed back on Nordschleife (terrible thought), I have to say it: nothing really NOTHING compares to the Tour Auto!
It is an unbelievable event and I don´t really know where to start. (Or to stop..)
Because we were racing non stop for 5 days most pictures are of the first day in Paris
We spend thirteen hours in the car every day, Marc drove the special stages and tracks on the first and the last day, I did the remaining three days completely, tracks and mountain races.
Watch this: Ferrari trying to overtake the Kobold team during the finish:
Touché and the Ferrari goes off spinning:
Kobold goes on racing!
Damage on Ferrari:
Damage on Porsche..Don´t draw your own conclusions. Please. The Ferrari is too beautiful.
We always had to drive on full throttle on the transfer stages, as not to be late on the stamping points. The one time we had an orangina (on the road, standing up) we were promptly late. We were generously given 35 minutes (hoho) for lunch (usually in amazing chateaus and delicious food) no time to rest (eat or sleep at lunchtime, was the crucial question), call the family or take pictures of the breathtaking scenery. We drove across most dramatically stunning mountain roads, across valleys and mountains of such different Character that it felt like crossing a continent.
We looked stupid in our Race-wear ( Big Baby Stramplers), especially when we had contact with the outside world, buying biscuits in petrol stations or having breakfasts in Hotels with normal looking people. We had worrying moments with our cars, before during and after.
Ans yes: we ALL had big fights with our Co-pilots over the road book and even bigger ones over driving styles.
We all, men and women, fell in love with the Motorbike Equipe of the parisian Gendarmes, Dancers on the road at thrilling speed, leading our way out of Paris on Curvy roads and into traffic blocked cities so our engines would not overheat, making us feel truly privileged!
I experienced amazing driving skills by others, bordering on the impossible (How do you squeeze a Citroen Maserati through a 1.50m bridge at 130 km/h ? I really have no idea, it can´t have been an optical illusion because I tried following him: but I had to break!)
This happens to any sports car, but some of them dance more beautifully than others. Just like people: some flow, some hop and some waltz.
Just in case you wondered : we came ninth despite my early (housewife) breaking at the mountain races, which if anything tells you a lot about Marc´s amazing driving skills.
Oh yes: one thing I learned: when you finally manage to overtake someone at a track, after a hard fought battle, don´t raise your hands in triumph: the guy will overtake you again, straight away!
It was not possible for me to take pictures which depict the amazingness of the week, if you search in the Internet, there are some good films.
And this was the persective for the last special stage, it rained and there was oil on the road.
Marc was the fastest in this race, but I promise for the result I also credit to myself: My Nerves , my sweat, my howls, prayers and groans remained unkindly unnoticed and there was really not way I could jump out!!!