It’s a beast. They call it “The Green Hell.” And there is really no understanding of why until you’ve been there and gone around. Everyone has heard the stories, about the injuries sustained and about the lives the beast has taken. Everyone has heard about how pretty the town is and beautifully derelict the castle is. It is a neat place. And one I would recommend everyone experience. We have unimaginably beautiful landscape in Canada and for that we are blessed, but nothing is like The ‘Ring. Centuries of history combine with the most hyper modern in technology and create something so special it cannot be explained in pictures, video and word. But here I am just like many before me and countless after that will try to tame what cannot be tamed.
First for those that have never heard of Nurburgring or the Nordschleife, it is a race track. One that is over 5 times the length of any modern track, with far more turns than anyone could possibly dream of having completely memorized, nestled into the beautiful green space that surrounds Nurburg (Burg is deutsche for castle) and its sleepy German town. The track is so dangerous even the likes of arguably the most technically sound F1 driver in history has crashed here burning his face off in the process. It has taken many many lives including one possibly two lives the weekend of our visit. It is awe inspiring and creates a feeling in your gut like you've never experienced.
Race drivers romanticise about the Nordschleife all the time, as a curiosity, as the perfect woman, so beautiful and so wonderful with the ability to cut you down like none before her, she sucks you in with every curve and whispers “more” in your ear and you feel obliged to give it everything until. . . And now I know why. Now I know why the McLaren P4 and Porsche GT breaking the 7 minute mark were such a big deal. Now I know why Nikki Lauda crashing and burning his face was such a big deal. And now I know why F1 races are no longer held on the most epic track in the world. I have driven a Ferrari 430 Scuderia quicker but that was not nearly as humbling as driving a VW Scirocco here. We didn’t have an opportunity to time ourselves as we looked death in the eyes, nor did we have a chance to look even at our speedometer as death swung his sickle at our heads. And yet here I am telling you about it, like very few on our continent could. Fear is what kept us alive that drive. Fear is the reason I have pictures and tales. Without fear, Nordschleife is death.
But I wish everyone had an opportunity to experience it.
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