Hi guys,
I'm back from a trip from Barcelona to Nürburgring and I'd like to share it with you. This is a trip that a couple of friends of mine and I have been talking about for a while. When one of them bought a 1991 Porsche 964 a few months ago, we decided it was time to do it. Dates were arranged, and off we went, three friends (girlfriends decided to take a plane to Stuttgart a leave the roadtrip to the guys), the Flying Olive and Louis Armstrong (black and with big cheeks).
Day 1: Barcelona – Col de Turini (France)
We planned to leave early and so we did, but after about half an hour driving, my friend realized he had forgotten a bag with his ID, driving license, money, glasses, etc. Nothing important, but we decided to go back. An hour and a half behind schedule we were back on the road.
Nothing special ahead that day, just highway driving to Cannes with a couple of pit stops for lunch and rest. At one of the rest areas two policemen were fining a girl with a VW Polo. They fixed their eyes on us as soon as they saw the Porsche. They left before us and I told my friends that I was sure they were going to be waiting for us in less than a kilometer. We left, and there they were, under a bridge pointing their laser gun like marksmen. I was tempted to wave at them. 120Km/h, bye bye, monsieur le gendarme!
After that, we stopped for a fill up and we saw the first super car, a Lamborghini Something (i'm sorry, i'm not very keen on that kind of cars), proof that we were now very close to Monaco. Of course, hot girl on the passenger seat. Haven't you noticed that fat girls don't like supercars? :twisted:
We continued our trip with nothing remarkable but a storm and a very glamourous and huge Cote d'Azur traffic jam.
Finally we arrived to the Col the Turini, well known for being one of the stages of the famous Monte Carlo Rally. The road was deserted so we enjoyed driving fast uphill through the bends with the roar of the Porsche and the hum of the 500's V8 as a soundtrack. It would have been fun too at the wheel of a Delta Integrale or an Audi Quattro.
At the hotel, on the top of the “Col”, we had a nice omelette with ratatouille for dinner and then time to go to bed. One room, three guys, two beds. I'm trying to forget that.
Day 2 coming soon with better pictures and more interesting stories (I hope)
I'm back from a trip from Barcelona to Nürburgring and I'd like to share it with you. This is a trip that a couple of friends of mine and I have been talking about for a while. When one of them bought a 1991 Porsche 964 a few months ago, we decided it was time to do it. Dates were arranged, and off we went, three friends (girlfriends decided to take a plane to Stuttgart a leave the roadtrip to the guys), the Flying Olive and Louis Armstrong (black and with big cheeks).
Day 1: Barcelona – Col de Turini (France)
We planned to leave early and so we did, but after about half an hour driving, my friend realized he had forgotten a bag with his ID, driving license, money, glasses, etc. Nothing important, but we decided to go back. An hour and a half behind schedule we were back on the road.
Nothing special ahead that day, just highway driving to Cannes with a couple of pit stops for lunch and rest. At one of the rest areas two policemen were fining a girl with a VW Polo. They fixed their eyes on us as soon as they saw the Porsche. They left before us and I told my friends that I was sure they were going to be waiting for us in less than a kilometer. We left, and there they were, under a bridge pointing their laser gun like marksmen. I was tempted to wave at them. 120Km/h, bye bye, monsieur le gendarme!
After that, we stopped for a fill up and we saw the first super car, a Lamborghini Something (i'm sorry, i'm not very keen on that kind of cars), proof that we were now very close to Monaco. Of course, hot girl on the passenger seat. Haven't you noticed that fat girls don't like supercars? :twisted:
We continued our trip with nothing remarkable but a storm and a very glamourous and huge Cote d'Azur traffic jam.
Finally we arrived to the Col the Turini, well known for being one of the stages of the famous Monte Carlo Rally. The road was deserted so we enjoyed driving fast uphill through the bends with the roar of the Porsche and the hum of the 500's V8 as a soundtrack. It would have been fun too at the wheel of a Delta Integrale or an Audi Quattro.
At the hotel, on the top of the “Col”, we had a nice omelette with ratatouille for dinner and then time to go to bed. One room, three guys, two beds. I'm trying to forget that.
Day 2 coming soon with better pictures and more interesting stories (I hope)