Up north of Berlin on a gloriously warm Sunday for Dasniya’s birthday. All unbearably pretty countryside and fields and glades.
If you’re not watching Pose, child, I can not help you.
You all know how much I love the arse on this car.
Number 8 Toyota Gazoo Racing LMP1, 6th gear, 7000rpm, 320km/h on the straight up to Virage d’Indianapolis, night racing at Le Mans.
And just like a month ago with 24h Nürburgring, that’s my next 24 hours taken care of.
Departing the huge Hinterhof rooms for the small Vorderhaus one, somehow managed to arrange a life into it. From one corner, it looks like a diligent uni chick’s Zimmer in a shared flat; turning around and looking at that corner it becomes a uni bro’s room, all training gear and bike stacked up. Rather disconcerting. Who are you, exactly, Frances? Panda is pretty bloody stoked with the view tho’, and that’s all that matters.
My flatmate’s dead good.
From Saturday night, post-gutsing a huge dinner. Not as good as the photo I took last year but here we are again.
Seen stunting on Kurfürstenstr. West Berlin acid lime green Lamborghini Gallardo LP570-4 Superleggera. “Do I look like a baller?”
Best new show right now: Vida.