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2007 Germany Tour
Story and Photo's by Garey Cooper ( Orange Coast
Region )

It all
started at the Porsche Club of America, Orange Coast Region's
Christmas Party in December 2006. There was a silent auction (no mimes
were harmed) and one of the items was the Autobahn Adventures tour of
Germany for 2007....hmmm, what driver didn't ever dream of driving the
Autobahn in a Porsche? Hey, I thought; let's take a chance. How far
would you go to drive a car on a highway? Of course it's a nice
highway but it's a highway nonetheless. All right, it is the
AUTOBAHN, famed in story and legend and it is true, there are times
and areas where there is NO SPEED LIMIT.
Somewhere across the sea…Fast
forward to September 2007 and we are on a jet to Germany, that would
be Stuttgart (or Lourdes to the faithful), home of the flat six and
the driving passion that is Porsche. In Stuttgart you not only have
Porsche but Mercedes Benz, talk about a town with pedigree. With some
American pride I might call it the "Detroit of Europe", but for the
fact that in the tides of business it seems that Detroit is in thrall to
Stuttgart.
Our
first stop was at the Kempinski Hotel Neu-Isenburg in Frankfurt. Here
we were greeted by Mark and Tina Trewartha of Autobahn
Adventures, who would be our hosts for the trip. And in the most exciting preamble, out in the parking lot
there was a shiny row of Porsches. Imagine a kid of 12
walking into a candy shop and being told, "take one, any
one" and, well, you get the idea. Escorted by Mark and
Tina we each had to choose our new 911 for the next 10
days. Just like Henry Ford said, "take any color you
want so long as it's black." In fact, they were all black.
We selected a Carrera 4S that was, you guessed it, black! Our
Porsche was outfitted with all the options you could want
including a navigation system. Programmed in English it
became our "Passport tout" to every nook and cranny of
Germany, and Switzerland that we visited.
Ventura Highway…The
Autobahn system is unique. It was the inspiration for the US Interstate
system and was a national highway system that in early
conception was meant to mobilize troops to one frontier or another.
Only the Romans were better road builders; they got it and so did the
Germans in the first half of the twentieth century. Smoother, better marked,
and better engineered. Their allure to the USA-based driver is the
open areas that have virtually no speed limits. And I mean NO SPEED
LIMITS. We'll give you a moment to let this sink in, yup; put the pedal to
the metal and go till she won't go no more. There is a distinctive
sign that signals it's time to let the petroleum byproducts loose and fly
and that's what people do. You'll see station wagons at 250+ KPH with
kids in the back coloring. At the same time you might think you're
flying when suddenly in your rear view mirror a Renault wants by you! My
advice is to move right on over and let them by. They know the roads
and you don't; don't let your "macho" get too loose here. At high
speeds, really high speeds, things are different. Be aware and take care is
my best advice; increment up to the speeds and be respectful of local
knowledge. A fender bender at 250 KPH has a whole new meaning. By the
way I was just kidding about the Renault, none of them passed me!
The Nurburgring or Green Hell…The
Dorint Novotel Am Nurburgring (did I forget to
mention that ALL our hotels were five star?) was our next stop.
And nearer to "car guy" heaven you can't get. The hotel rooms
open right upon the "new ring" and I awoke to the sounds of cars
squealing their tires right under our balcony. Just in the
distance one could see the fabled North Ring; built in the 20's
and the playground of Nuvolari, Rosemyer, Schumacher, Stewart,
Clark, etc., etc. The best part of the whole trip was the chance
to put a toe into these very same waters! AUTOBAHN ADVENTURES
had set us up for one afternoon at the Nurburgring, not in our rental
cars (they do have insurance rules in Germany) but in modified BMW's
rented from a local race-car-hire company. I had opted to select the
BMW 1.8 liter race-prepared car for the day. There were other bigger
cars available, but this one had the five-point harness, was stripped and
road race prepared. She was all momentum, maybe 180 horses tops,
but what a flying shingle. We got her just over 150 KPH on
the straight pulling all the way before shutting down, but a more responsive
car you wouldn't find.
Now some words
about driving on the Nurburgring on track days…everyone runs! That is
EVERYONE. You will see minivans filled with families, a little
delivery truck with about a 25 horsepower motor and 1" wide
tires and a full blown modified GT3 driven to the absolute limit,
and all on the same lap! Everyone that shows up with a driver's
license and the track fee can go out, which is pretty much what
everyone does. There are motorcycles roaring around the place with the
leather clad riders leaned over so far you wonder how they stay on;
sometimes they don't. Now I expect what you would like to hear is that
everybody gets along and respects each other and accidents are rare, but
that in fact would be untrue. Sadly accidents are not rare and most
days the track is shut down and running cars are stopped as some
unfortunate is taken off to the hospital.

The Nurburgring
is also long, very difficult to remember and is filled with blind
turns. If you imagine a mountain road twisting and turning with dips
and depressions, you will have the correct picture. Probably the most
photographed turn is the "Carousel". This is an almost, but not quite,
360° banked bowl that really fast cars dip down into, and after
traveling around the bowl are flung out with increased momentum like
the marble in a roulette wheel. Incredibly all of the turns have names
(whoever had the time to go through there and name all of these I
don't know). Some of them are self descriptive like: flug platz....others
obscure and known only by the locals. But in my time on the
track it certainly earned its reputation and nickname. You do have
to drive with one eye in the rear view mirror as there are
incredibly quick cars mixed in with the proletariat. I shared my
driving with Steve, a fellow traveler and he and I agreed to act as
spotters for one another, which worked out well.
After our day
on the track, we retreated to the bar at the hotel. This bar had autographs
filling every square inch and all of the patrons were encouraged to
add their names to those who had gone before. So the walls are covered
with signatures of the famous, near-famous, and infamous, as well as yours
truly. After some excellent German beer we were all bragging about how
fast we went and I began to make up names for corners and asking
people how the others had driven them: "say, Keith how fast did you take
Schnigglefritz ? Keith Verlaque of San Diego is a fellow PCA
member and a driver of note down that way and he gave me a blank stare
and said: "where's that corner?" "Oh," I replied, "two kilometers past
Bunzenbreaken." Keith didn't recall them so I just said, "I
just go flat out and hope for the best!"

But Wait, There's More…
You can't stay too long at the Nurburgring in my book, but some people like Mrs. Cooper disagree so
we had to leave the next day and generally continued heading south.
Each evening the Trewartha’s had scheduled stops at beautiful hotels
with great gourmet dinners. Days were mostly on our own exploring
local roads, or in our case, golf courses. Mrs. Cooper usually travels
with her suitcase which we in the family have named the "widow
maker". Though she stands just an eyelash over five feet, her
suitcase is a little taller than she is. As far as weight is
concerned, let's just say I've seen experienced bellmen, and cab
drivers turn and run upon first sighting our luggage. So my wife's
first challenge was packing enough to wear with a golf bag. I am
sure some physics laws were violated along the line but she did manage
to accomplish her packing mission. And although my right arm is now
longer than my left arm and I can tie my shoes without bending
over, we managed to drag, haul, and cajole all of that gear into our
Black Carerra from stop to stop. There were a couple of problems like
when I bought a pack of gum and had to take it out of the wrapper to fit it
into the car, but most of the time we were fine.
In
Switzerland…Part of the wonderful
itinerary planned by Mark and Tina was the Alpine region of
Switzerland around Lake Lucerne. To say this area is beautiful is
almost an injustice, it truly is beyond that. The lake itself is
spectacular enough but the backdrop over the lakes of those high
mountains comes right out of central casting for everything you
think should be right about Switzerland. This was one of the occasions
where we had a planned daytime outing. We were scheduled to go up the
Alpine passes and cross over one to come back down into Lucerne. Armed
with our navigation system, walkie-talkies, and maps, our brave little
group took off and believe it or not got lost! How with all of that
technology did we manage this one might ask? It seems that there had
been some recent road construction in the area and some of the maps
had not been updated. The result was near hilarity as one by one, the
cars were separated and slowly drifted out of radio range, like an
episode of Lost (without the commercials). I ended up with one other car,
that of our tour leader himself: Mark, who I figured had at least an
inkling of where we were headed. So, he and I craftily got ourselves
re-routed and finally, near the mountain top, met up with the rest of our
party who had just beaten us there! We then carried on over the pass
and the views were breathtaking. It is hard to describe looking out
over the mountain flank with the road one long ribbon of asphalt winding
down into the valley with beautiful small towns and ultimately the
city of Lucerne lying far below.

While in
Lucerne Mrs. Cooper and I had our other "navigation incident". We were
looking for the Lucerne golf club and had duly programmed the address into
our system. It got us right to the smallest road you ever saw and said:
"take the road." So, take the road we did which went straight up the hill
and grew ever narrower the further we got. Ultimately we began to lose
confidence as I realized the only way back down was to....back down! When we
finally saw people pushing golf carts past us giving quizzical looks as we
drove up to a tee box, we understood that some mistakes had been made. I
used the tee box to get the car pointed down the hill again, shouted “fore!”
and we trundled back down the hill, past dazed looking golfers where we
realized the entrance road was only about one quarter inch wider than the
golf path and about two feet past it. In spite of it all we still were
allowed to play there, although I don't believe they appreciated my
California yodel on the elevated tees: "yodel-lay-he-a, golf ball on the
way!"
And Now Back
to Reality…Ultimately
all good things must end and so our Autobahn Adventure ended as well.
After a wonderful 10 days we pointed our Porsche back towards Frankfurt
where we had to return the car; this really hurt. Would I go again?
You bet. In a heartbeat. If you are a Porsche/Car enthusiast you will
definitely not be disappointed as my narrative here only touches
upon all of the activities and sights we saw ! If you want to know
anymore about these fantastic adventures please don’t hesitate to contact Mark
and Tina.
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