Up and ready for brekkie a glance out of the window provided some amusement for me. Watching one of the Brit knobs work out how to get boots, etc, into his tiny panniers. With a lot of persuasion, he got the boots in but then the stuff he'd taken out wouldn't all fit in the other pannier. As I said, amusing.
Trying to fit a quart into a pint pannier. |
The ride to Sachsenring was easy and pretty quick. I'd been unable to get a response from the circuit about motorcycle parking, despite 2 emails, and the only info I could see said to use the free public car park with shuttle bus. The route looked straightforward. It wasn't, as the German plod had other ideas, diverting us in a huge circle around the circuit and town. Still the signage was ok. Finally, we arrived at the car park, which I knew to be a field. I couldn't see any bikes, only cars, but a guy waved us in. 100m away, another guy told us we should turn around and head to the other side of the field. He didn't speak English but I gathered he was saying there was somewhere where the sidestand wouldn't sink in. So, we turned around and made our way to the other side of the field, where it turned out the shuttle bus went from. People were videoing us as we turned onto a concrete area, me not realising, the entrance was further along, nor that the shuttle was just about to pull away! I guess the punters thought bendy bus and BMW were about to have a head to head. No harm done.
We parked up, on the grass, as it turned out and got our plastic sidestand pucks out. Had we gone through the proper entrance, we would have been given an inch thick piece of wood for the sidestand! Class. In Austria they gave you big orange KTM plastic pucks.
We crammed onto a shuttle for the 10 or so minute ride. I would say to the circuit but the drop-off point was probably 500m away from the entrance. Scanned in, we then had another 5-600m walk to get to our stand, in the middle of the circuit. Phil wanted to buy some MotoGP stuff, so we stopped at the stall and whilst he was trying on a t-shirt, I bought a cap, something I'd always been meaning to do.
Finding the stand was easy enough, the seat not so. The row labelling wasn't where you would expect, so we actually ended up in the row behind. It wasn't busy, so no worries. The view from the stand was pretty could, being able to see the riders come through turns one, two and down to three, before they appeared below us, before turning left.
Turns one and two, middle of pic |
The seven percenter |
A German staple, probably! |
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