A thursday afternoon in Ingolstadt. My bags are packed and my cell phone keeps on ringing. A last visit to the model. One of many. Add clay here, push there. It is half past three when I sip on a warm tea on my balcony. The last strokes of sunlight. It has been a long week. I make a last mind map before I finally get behind the wheel. Wuerzburg, Frankfurt, Koblenz, A9, A3, A61. Eindhoven and the Dutch Design Week are miles away. Take is easy.
Five days of design in the Netherlands. My camera is empty and so is the road. My means of transport suit the mission. Get there quick to get a quick view on the scene. I swim along with the traffic until Wuerzburg before I get into the Autobahn pace.
If I hate one thing about the Autobahn it is trucks overtaking each other. Not today. Not with this car. You slow down and for a minute you find yourself scanning the back end of a sea container. One thing is for sure, the road ahead is empty when this big lump of metal finally moves over. A quick toggle through the Drive Select and the party begins. Dynamic settings. A deep roar. Before I realize it, the rear mirror turns pitch black. The horses keep on coming, eager to propel the RS5 forward. This car is a beast! Eindhoven never felt so close and the route never so curvy.
A weekend out with an incredible car. The sound, the sheer power, the looks and the smiling faces of bystanders and passengers. The reminiscence of a weekend in Holland is a stack of paper, fuel bills, collected across Germany.