The lower lip of my spoiler now only kisses the snow at the edge of the track when I miss Ronny Wechselberger’s advice in the flow of hairpin bends. “Car follows hand and hand follows eye,” he now calls through the walkie-talkie. “We must outwit nature and overcome our fear. For this, you need to find a solution and our solution is: look to the inside of the curve, look far ahead, and do not get distracted.”
However, just a few miles south of the Arctic Circle there is a spectacular distraction: snowmobiles! And one is ploughing through the snow at over 100 kilometres per hour right at the edge of my race track. Exactly there, where you don’t want to go. But when you look, you regrettably end up there, too.
However, there in the snow, with the undercarriage resting on top of the ice and all four wheels spinning freely, I gain an invaluable insight as to why the Driving Experience feels so good. In Berlin I’m aware of double parkers, delivery vans, red lights, speed cameras and tourists on Segways – but not of the essential: the symbiosis of car, ground, and me as the driver. Here in the snow I have found it again.