Imagine being a spy shot at Nurburgring. You have your old Ford Scorpio parked nearby, but you hoofed up to the top of a hill in hopes of getting the perfect angle to the track. Three cameras are heavy strung your body as if I were a competitor in World’s Strongest Man competition and ‘early and you’re tired. And cold. The morning temperature was in single digits Celsius, and while you’re not exactly sure what that translates into the Fahrenheit scale, this certainly is not Miami.
Your job is boring. Boy racers driving all types of aspiring sports car screeching, awkwardly holding a line that betrays their inexperience. “Go back to your video games, children,” you think as a nurse’s legs cramped and sore. You shift your position and takes hold. Sport bikes and zip from the groaning hurts the ears. You get up and stretch before resuming your diet. A momentary pause in traffic makes you do a mental test, double check your equipment.
Then you hear: tires, disembodied from the roar of an engine, but to create their own sound indicator. You reach for your camera and lens with the longest barely stand up to your eye, like the electric sports car hisses at you, followed by the roar of something strong inside burned. The camera is now firing on all cylinders as knowingly follow the pace of the car for a few seconds in your field of vision. A Porsche enters the viewfinder and you exhale, lowering the camera and turn your back on track.
The Audi R8 E-Tron will have only one lap of the Nurburgring in that day, but you were there to capture it. It may not rise again before it goes on sale next year, but do not worry about that. You need to hurry to the car to download images, so that the world can see what exhaust pipes without R8 seems, so the fanboys can obsessively additional cooling vents in the cap for the battery and the black- out the rear window.
Will you e-mail the photos all over the continent, across the ocean, go home. You’ll get a couple of dollars deposited in a bank in Germany for his trouble, yet, but this does not happen for a while ‘. At that point you have taken more photos and more sent e-mail.