I’m driving a BMW320i through Nevada: The fastest road racing in the USA

49 Stunden Zeit, um more than 2600 Kilometers by whining three times, although both of the Rennleitung zu registrieren and my car abnehmen zu lassen. 49. During the Quarter Mile Shootout among the Augen der Sheriffs, the Hookers Choice Award, the Race Car Parade and the Car Meeting were held. 49 Stunden, in denen mein Co-Pilot nor irgendwo we we US-automobilsporttaugliche Racing helmet must be taken care of. 49 Stunden, in denen ich small full tanks and beef 275 liters of petrol were produced. 49 Stunden, in denen ich etwa sechs Stunden schlafen würde (ganz am Ende).

After the Wagon has been loaded at the hotel, it is eleven o’clock, less than 2,600 kilometers long – and all the time Jerry Reed is shouting into my Hinterkopf: “We are going to do what they say cannot be done.” Google says, I’m 25 stunden – if I explore the tanks, I don’t have any paintahre, no schlafe.

Was soll da schiefgehen? Der Wagen läuft, Texas bought, pull on the Highway, aber bloß keine Sporen geben – old Karre, German Kennzeichen, that’s not really suspect, that stinks.

The power of the Weite from Texas is great, but also with the limited borders. I was also happy with the Texan and was proud of the Fahrer white, there was tut. The E30 gives a hint of the bold Pick-up that does not look like a Pickel on the Treasures of a Breitkrempigen Cowboy Huts.

Bis zum ersten Stopp since 559 Kilometers, knapp fünf Stunden rum, nor 2055 of 2614 Kilometers übrig. Stabilization of the temperature, stabilization of the temperature, stabilization of the water – the first Zweifel: Schaffen is that? Is it a rauchige Sechszylinder with Sicherheit, aber ich?

Zurück on the highway. I’m thinking of another stop. If you come, you’ll have put 1,000 miles in your pocket – and it’s never been like this in Texas. The tank arrives and is delivered at Kilometer 1018 in Rückspiegel; new motivation – it seemed like it was plausible here. Tankstelle drei is a larger truck stop with 50 Zapfsäulen. Meine purrs. Even if you market the nets, if you hear a cry, even though it is bad, come with reason, feel good about yourself, try your hand at it, and get the fabric for the next stage.

Bezahlen, nor the restraint of the Truckstop. Kaum durch die Schiebetür, ich schon wieder angeschrien: “Hey, you refueled after all. You dare to have a coffee with me.” Thank you, fine, I will anyway – and something like that after a while. “Nein. Nicht so einen kleineen!” The cashier says on the soft drink styrofoam container, in the four-gallon container – 0.9 liter. When it comes to a überschlage kurz, who fell with the sister toilet stops lost, greife zum normalmaß and fahre more.

There are only a few formalities and the helmet with SNELL standard. Aber, hey, is not yet a locker 24 Stunden Zeit, and my Copilot, from the West Coast with Rennen kommt, is the first thing a week can do on such a thing. Während ich mich and the car registration, make phone calls in 30 minutes.

If Sonntag is a loose path, go to Treffpunkt, refuel and then into the grid on the highway. You can start eight hours with the fastest car in the Super Sport Division, and then it goes on for another minute. Wir fahren als Rookies, Erstteilnehmer, zwangsläufig in the Touring Division.

Our views last at 177 km/h, even after 33:28.8 minutes of Lichtschranke am Ziel. Another team can do more if you drive the car, set the BMW-Borduhr with the starting signal at high noon and gauge 33 minutes. Full throttle start, quick start, quick start in the two gangs, the written gang ausgefahren – everything is faster here, as its passion -, then in the fourths, zu früh in the fünften, and plötzlich became the BMW zäh.

The Straße continues and die Stelle sanft, aber auf a long Strecke an. I think: who is sad… Wenn wir die Zielgeschwindigkeit nicht erreichen, who solif it is Schnitt fahren. Everything for that Katz! Once the E30 is connected, it runs on the 190’s Tacho button.

The smallest speed and the maximum class – 200 km/h – are marked with the Klebeband. Torsten rechnet an de Checkpunkten unsere BMW-Eieruhr gegen the theoretical times, and I now have an August for the washing temperature – immersion in the engine that runs for the 6000, and will reach a fast 2000 meters, at locker 30 degrees Celsius. At the end of the temperature there is no problem, we return to that first place in the north of the south, neither when sweating on the back road, but when the air on the asphalt is deutlich heißer sind.

When the BMW tadellos gezeeigt hat, there was no draufhat, haben Pilot and Co-Pilot, with its 34 years of age nor draufhat, haben Pilot and Co-Pilot plainly. We will quickly spend two minutes preparing and being prepared to move quickly before the siege. After winning an award with the high expectations of the house – our heraussordernde Anreise will be awarded with the “Rookie of the Event” Award. The Rennsieg can have a theoretical nor mold in Angriff Nehmen – for this Plakette Gibt’s nur the first Anlauf.

The war war is bad, but the great American Freiheit will no longer exist. A car must be in Savannah on a Schiff, a trip to Germany. Also a road trip to the East Coast, “Georgia On My Mind”, with mediocre detours. These holidays through major national parks and car parks, which are used in mines Wagen, include: Pikes Peak, the Sprungschanze, from the Evel Knievel with a motorbike a meile – 1600 meters – whit jumping wollte, and of course the epic Bonneville Salt Flats.

Vor der Reise fragte mich eine Freundin: “Was it machst you, wenn you drüben with your Auto aine Panne hast?” I have to tell the story, the fragment is not detailed; one thing can fix, other cases – aber Fact ist: There will be nothing to fix. Fünf Liter Ol hat der BMW op 22,750 nicht ganz drhzahlarmen Kilometern eingefordert; the beef 1900 Liter Kraftstoff is a Verbrauchsmittel.

If the Wagen gets a bit lit: Im Death Valley is a solid representation of a Shotterstreck that sees and the Fahrert is taken down. In Albuquerque we were able to receive information; Trotz ordnungsgemäßer Notification was raised by the police officers in Florida. The Sache is a problem. The Salzpackung in Bonneville has no longer known war in the Karosse, and two of the Swiss Memphis and Miami have lost a Stein and Scheinwerfer glass. Before all BMWs have their “Rennwagen” features, this is the case. And if I have a living inheritance, I will come with a suitcase full of inner tensions.