Dutch Supercar Challenge
Posted in Business Trips on 4/23/2007 2:04 p.m. | 1,172 readers
This weekend I was with Netdirect attended the opening races of the Dutch Supercar Challenge. A weekend long racing event on the Nurburgring in Germany. An excellent opportunity to see some nice cars, the smell of scorched rubber to sniff a lot and of course networking. The retreat also received an unexpected turn.
To be honest to say that I before the start of this weekend have not been of the ' The Dutch Supercar Challenge 'had heard. It appears to be a high class in amateur racing. What is so 'Dutch' to these races are not entirely clear. The name of the event is English, the site is located in Germany and an international field. In any case, a portion of the public or Dutch. It seemed really a Dutch enclave.
The bus on the way there was already a great opportunity to netwerkerspet to set up and have a chat with several interesting people. So I spoke with the owners of such websites xgratis.nl , allesvoorniks.nl , dierenrassen.nl and even xdvd.nl . A varied and exciting company that is obvious.
Upon arrival there was a fine meal waiting for us. The sun was shining and auto enthusiast, there was plenty to see. Corvettes, Lamborghinis, Ferraris and Porsches were peacefully side by side in long rows of parked. A midsize Volkswagen or Opel was almost relegated to a biscuit tin, at the sight of so many fast sports cars.
At the track we could today take a look at the pit lane. This drove the car off and it was impressive to so closely the construction of the racing cars to see and especially hear. A perfect meal was served to us and the rooms were distributed among the approximately 30 participants.
Most were during the evening for a night to poke a lot steps. After the first circuit to have brisk tanked, we managed to find a pub in a nearby village. Because we were 16 people there and the taxi could take up to 11, appeared five without the knowledge of the taxi driver in the trunk. At the destination arrived he was totally stunned when suddenly five people were put out of his trunk! This local villagers will also not have known what hit them because our level was through the use of alcohol has fallen sharply.
The next day the race was ridden. The car was sponsored by Netdirect ninth, a great achievement because for the fourteenth place was qualified. Some nice crashes cheered the race a bit further on.
At 15:00 it was decided to retreat. That was an hour earlier than planned so we could be home a little earlier. However, that would otherwise walk.
It started when pulling away from the bus, when it appeared that there was a huge motor parade was underway. At least several thousand motorcycles crowded the road. You saw nothing but motorcycles far as the eye could see. This alone took fifteen minutes before the bus is between this violence had wrought. Another three minutes later we were finally out of this endless convoy.
The bus driver, a man at retirement age who have a bit of a confused impression (probably was his last race before retirement) was apparently so pleased that he finally could give a little gas, which he promptly a car for him who not slowed internal assessment. With a loud bang banging on the bus this poor road users of the road. The car disappeared unruly in the ditch beside the road.
The car was completely totaled. All the windows were blown, the bumper was two meters away and the car was half smaller. The door was ripped open by a metal pole that stood along the road. It was a miracle that the driver of the car unscathed from the vehicle could be helped. The bus was dented, but leaking and wiper fluid after a big star in the window there was little charge.
Strikingly, however, that the text 'beech' in giant letters on the front of our bus was. The sign along the road next to the accident indicated that there could be parked not caused much hilarity. That was almost beyond coincidence.
The 'Police' had to wait, because on the track, where we were not far removed, at the same time was also a major accident. That we could see among others because of a trauma helicopter flew by. After twenty minutes, however, there appeared another bus on the horizon: an ice cream man to us in a tribute to commerce came to the rescue with a delicious Italian ice cream. Apparently, this ijskoning a police scanner in the car. Otherwise it was inexplicable that he was so quickly on the spot. I wanted to ask him if he ever got in an accident where no survivors, but left after that anyway.
The police had still to wait and eventually we stopped two hours before the bus moved off. A small cheer broke loose. A bit strange it was that the bus half an hour later dared to stop it. The man took time to calmly smoking a cigarette. As if he had not been enough time had. It was already quite late and when he is not our home have had to spend I would not vouch for myself.
We finally ate way you see a Wiener schnitzel at a restaurant and has finally arrived back in the Netherlands. I was happy in my own car to steps. I had had enough crashes seen again for a weekend 
July 21st, 2008 at 2:15 p.m.
Hi Vincent,
Beautifully written story ....! Enjoyed the whole weekend again .....
July 21st, 2008 at 2:15 p.m.
Thanks for the compliment!
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