Just sorting through the pics of the recent R Gruppe Bergmeister Tour for a Porsche World magazine feature. Here’s one that brings back happy memories: the time the front runners came around a corner at a rate of knots, to find one collapsed mountain and a road full of Volvo earthmovers shifting the debris. Everywhere we went, workmen were repairing landslide damage.
Sam and I actually came back this road about twenty minutes later. There was a three-ton rock in the middle of the road, right where my car is parked out of shot. It fell a few minutes after we left to head back up the Col. Two lucky escapes in one day! We were on our best behaviour after that.
Don’t suppose I need to say that a bit of tyre smoke needed to clear before I could take this picture…
