Day 20. Route

The 'Ring was due to open at 2:30 today, so a lot more track time was to be had. I went out to Adenau in the morning in search of cash, and bought some oil and a new visor (dark) too. Marvin, Mike and Amanda turned up in the bike shop while I was there, and we spent quite a lot of time looking at the onboard toys of the BMW-Wing.
Back at te Pension Mike did the TRX oil change, into a Tupperware cake box that he had bought for the purpose. Marvin was considering using some of the old oil to top off the FJ. His argument that it had done the same mileage as the stuff that was in there and so wasn't going to be any worse had validity, but it didn't seem right to me. Then the wind blew some grass and muck into it and the question became moot. Mike then had all sorts of trouble finding out what to do with the oil. No one seemed to know, and in Germany they have strict laws about that sort of thing. Presumably Germans don't change their own oil, as eventually the only solution found was for it to go back to the UK in the van of one of Adamanda's friends.
When the Ring opened we tried to act casual about it and hung about for half an hour or so. Or it could have been an attempt to avoid spending too much money. Marvin did another lap and decided that the cost was too much and that he would never get the hang of it, and gave me the 3 laps left on his ticket. Odd behaviour in someone complaining about the cost, but Marvin is nothing if not odd. I went out for another couple of laps and it started to come together a bit. I was at last faster than the Smart Cars. Then a lap following Adam who was following Amanda (with Mike and Jeremy somewhere in the formation). A bit slower than I had been going, but a much better line, which was instructive.
On the next lap I caught a tow from a Fireblade who seemed to know the lines and had a good and instructive lap. It was coming together now, and I accidentally bought another 6 lap ticket. I had noticed an A reg Kawasaki 750 Turbo in the parking area, and eventually started talking to him. (well, we were both British and odd enough to bring 15 year old bikes to the Nurburgring). He had been many times before, and we agreed to do a lap together. He knew the lines, and the 750 was very fast in a straight line, enough of a match for the FJ for me not to overtake. It was also so wobbly in corners that I didn't dare even try to overtake. You're a nutter mate.
Jim then arrived and, as he has done the 'Ring course, we were all keen to be shown the official line. We went out behind him on his second lap, and though he wasn't enjoying it he was pretty smooth. Jeremy was amazed how late the turn in point for Adenau forest was until Jim admitted that he had missed the brakes. Closing time was getting close by this time, and Mike had run out of laps. I offered him one of mine and we went out together. I soon left him behind though, I was feeling really good and it was all coming together really well. I couldn't say what corner was coming next, but I could remember where the exit was once I saw the entrance. I got Adenau forest spot on, a lovely transition from left peg down to right peg down, and the pegs took a bit of a towelling in other places too. I slowly overhauled an RSV mille, but couldn't get past him before the end of the lap. I have no idea what the lap time was, all I know is that it was 46 seconds faster than Mike. It's a great place, but I later found out that the fatality rate is 1.2 per week. I don't like those odds.

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