Oldtimer grand Prix on Nuerburgring is the biggest Classic car event here in Germany.
A weekend filled with fantastic races, cars,sausages, beer, people, drama, tension and above all: rain.
Capital letter RAIN.
The 4 hours Marathon race taking place on Nordschleife Friday afternoon is one of the definite highlights of the weekend.
Meaning high expectations and pressure.
Meaning famously eternally bad weather, deep hanging dark clouds.
Meaning prepare yourself and set up the car perfectly.
YOU know all that, don´t you?
I got it wrong.
What on earth made me expect good weather against all odds I know not.
Kobold all brand new, was still rolling like an Ocean steamer till the end, since we had not found the same beautiful set up as with the old Kobold racer.
How do YOU like the new Kobold Racer?
Which proves yet again,that cars are not simple machines but have souls which must be lured into performing. Just like us women. (Just in case you didn’t know that.)
Claudia took the start and was striking after Walter Röhrl like Hawk in the midst of rain, cars, noise, terror, it was incredible. It was just SOO scary.
Practise time: Claudia is indicating she coming in.
At this point in every race I consider giving up racing.
When I took the wheel after two hours she had moved us to sixth or seventh place overall. Amazing, considering all the bigger and quicker cars like E-types and corvettes we were competing against.
By then the rain had, if anything increased and during the first two laps I saw NOTHING. The wipers on the Porsche are very good, but the front screen was covered in water and spray from other cars. Have you ever flown over Schwedenkreuz seeing nothing? It definitely made me like Racing LESS.
Looks like snow and feels like snow..
During the rest of the race with cars crashed left and right in the barriers, it became somewhat drier yet with less grip in some unpredictable places rendering it impossible to ever to fall into the unique beautiful dancing rhythm everybody loves so much about Nordschleife. Stop and go, poking the asphalt for grip, I felt like foolishly crawling on all fours.
Three cars overtook me, two of which during my LAST lap,throwing us back to place nine. (This last lap manoeuvre made me feel like novel Housewife letting the cake burn.)
I don´t know how many cars didn’t finish the race or crashed. Twenty? Thirty?
Are YOU scared finally?
As some consolation to me the race felt as horrible for most other people as it did for me. Eberhard Baunach, owner of Kremer Racing and very experienced Nordschleife Racer said he had never driven in a race like that.Even Walter Röhrl uttered something similar, but then HE was on the wrong tires..
I haven’t finished.
Have you noticed how beautiful all the pictures in this post are?
They are all by my friend Alexander Herold (http://www.einherold.de).
Thank you Alex!
Here he is
Making fun of me is my team’s idea of coaching! Strange team.
Looking at the Qualifying results, Claudia is putting things in perspective, cheering me up.
Driving pleasure? Who are they kidding?
Photographic perfection, Alex. Since Years I try to take a picture of this scene…
Looking worried: Max Werner, Marc de Siebenthal and headless chicken.
Pro talk: Frank Stippler, Claudia Hürtgen and Poseress.
There was a strange lady from cologne
she smiled when a race was on
she came back from the race
with the car at ninth place…
because the she hadn’t done it alone!
Thank you Claudia, thank you Marc and thank you Alex!
It was horrible.
Would I do it again?
Have YOU had driving experiences where you felt a bit akward because your performance was not as you expected?