{"id":91959,"date":"2022-02-18T15:32:47","date_gmt":"2022-02-18T15:32:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.secret-classics.com\/the-dreamlike-ride-in-a-mclaren-720s\/"},"modified":"2022-03-04T06:38:33","modified_gmt":"2022-03-04T06:38:33","slug":"the-dreamlike-ride-in-a-mclaren-720s","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.secret-classics.com\/en\/the-dreamlike-ride-in-a-mclaren-720s\/","title":{"rendered":"The dreamlike ride in a McLaren 720S"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Who hasn’t woken up in the morning with a fixed plan in mind? Whether it’s a visit to the grandparents, the purchase of a certain product or the decision to stop smoking is irrelevant. What is nice is when this plan can actually be implemented. My wife woke up one day with a resolution to spend a day at a race track. Don’t ask me where that idea came from, I don’t know. But as a good husband, I naturally support such ideas. In fact, she got up and put on a racing suit without hesitation. Other clothes were totally out of the question. After a quick breakfast, I asked her where to go. Looking at the weather data, disillusionment quickly reigned. Snow fell at Hockenheim, there were thunderstorms at Oschersleben, and Spa also sank in the rain. Although it was rarely supposed to be dry in the Eifel region, the Nordschleife and Grand Prix circuit of the N\u00fcrburgring received new tarmac at the time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Wasn’t there a road here once?!”<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Thus, the mood of my wife fell for the first time that day. I quickly suggested that we just follow the sun and enjoy some winding country roads along the way. She agreed right away and off we went. Helmet and gloves found place in the trunk without problems. We got into the bucket seat, fumbled with the belt in the lock that was strangely angled towards the leg, and hit the road. Behind us, the four-liter V8 biturbo engine rumbled. In front of us stretched an increasingly wet ribbon of asphalt this day. The sun rarely peeked out from between the clouds, but it couldn’t provide dry paths during these brief breaks in the rain. But it got even worse. Where once a beautiful country road with depressions and heights as well as wide and narrow corners had run, the path now suddenly ended. Behind the guardrail, the view fell into a hole. Apparently we hadn’t been here for a while. We had actually remembered the open pit lignite mine a few kilometers away.<\/p>\n\n\n

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