“Self-confidence was almost blown away and the cords at the end became farts rather than brackish shit.”
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Just returned home from spending a couple of days on Gotland with BMW’s entire range of M-cars, I feel a little confused. I suddenly feel mature and sensible and I do not like the feeling at all. I will explain.
Alrik and I were invited by BMW to test their entire armada of M-cars. It was M2, M3, M4, M5, M8 Cabriolet, X3M and X5M. Extremely potent cars all.
We also got to see the fantastic facility that Gotland Ring is becoming, over 7 km lightning fast, world-class rolling super track with lots of similarities and inspiration from the Nürburgring will be ready in time for the summer. Incredible.
We were given a tour by the course owner Alec, which described every single curve on the track, including the long straight where the most potent sports cars will probably easily reach 300 km / h before it is time to brake. Sick.
“What good”, I said straight away, “then I can come here and test my new car, it should do almost 400 km / h on paper and this must be the perfect place to test it.” “Absolutely,” said Alec, “it’s just to come!” Great, I thought at first.
Then we started driving the BMW cars on the existing north loop as it is called, no 300 km / h straight but still a fast track with lots of fun and challenging parts. At first I took in so it was lovely, full throttle, full brake, into the curves on the rack. The cars will get a round so that we can pass on the feeling to you readers and viewers.
Then came the first small setback, I came to a curve where I thought our photographer Sebbe was filming, and put on a giant drive smoker, tall and lovely so it just thundered in the brand new M3 we were sitting in. I even had time to get cocky and sat and commented on myself during the actual cord to Alrik who was sitting next to me.
Then came the return. A better driver had probably straightened it out, but not me, tjong said so I got a throw and all of a sudden I was off the track. No danger at all, just a little gravel on the tires and an edge-supported self-confidence, but I offer that. Good TV, I thought.
But now Sebbe was not in that saber curve, so the only thing we have on film is the on-board camera where I proudly praise myself for going out into the spinach a second later.
The day passed and we drove on, still full speed but not quite as many wires. A journalist who was there spun dangerously close to the armrest railing and another who tried to drift on water spun so many laps that I who was standing next to it became ill.
As the day began to draw to a close, Sebbe wanted more cord pictures, and so did Alrik. “Lay a cord along this curve and I’m standing there. Drive hard.”
“Sure,” I said, but when I then sat in the car and had to put that smoker in a borrowed car, it did not feel as fun anymore. What if I get another return, what if I spin, it would be embarrassing. Is it really that much fun with cords? All of a sudden I thought it was really hard to drive like I usually do.
Self-confidence was almost blown away and the cords at the end became farts rather than brackish shit. We probably skidded more than most but still not as much as I had thought.
Am I starting to grow up? Am I starting to think about consequences all of a sudden? Then I thought about taking my new car there. A 1,500 hp piece that goes faster than at least my brain has time for. Should I run it on this track? No, I’m going to die.
What’s going on? I’ve done so much crazy stuff in my life completely without thinking about the consequences, and now I thought it was hard to skid in a BMW, which is kind of made for it. Either I have become sensible and grown up, or it was a temporary slump after seeing myself and others run off.
I hope for alternative number two. Because I do not want to be sensible or adult, I want to continue to be a child for a while. I will take my Camaro to Gotland Ring and test those fantastic straights and curves, I can promise that.
If I will keep quiet in that little bend where you will drive 250 km / h in a “normal” sports car, time will tell.
Source: Senaste nytt från auto motor & sport by www.mestmotor.se.
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