Found a shot of myself driving on The Ring right at the mini carousel. Working on getting prints and the other shots.
After reluctantly turning in the car and checking out of my hotel I had a few hours to kill. Perfect.
Even before reaching the town of Nurburg I spotted a castle standing taller than any structure placed dominantly on the top of a small mountain, and I made a mental note to check it out before I left.
Once again I bundled up and started walking. As I walked through the small village I spotted a few cars I had seen playing on the track earlier that day.
…As I rounded the final corner I kicked the clutch and laid flat on the gas. I left a long trail of smoke as I sped onto the long back straight.
I had done it. Sub 10 minutes is a trophy many reach for only to realize their arms are too short. Not only had I done a sub 10, but I did it on my first day at The Ring. as I pulled into the lot near the start women cheered and clamored to the window of the Lambo as men stood on the hoods of their cars in a standing ovation…
What kid didn’t want to be a race car driver at some point in life?
Aside from kids like Boy George and Waka Flaka, regular kids.
I know I did. I used to go to bed with little toy cars under my pillow so I could play with them if I woke up in the middle of the night.
I must admit I never grew up, hence that dream is still alive and kicking today. Every ocupation, interest, discipline in life has an ultimate, a culmination, a mecca. For little 10 year old kids that want to race that mecca without contest is The Nurburgring.