15.01.07 | You're doing fine

Nevertheless, press presentations are there to howl over and over again. Especially if one lives in cities like Hamburg. Why? Not because of the nice cars which are introduced there. But because we’re nice car journalists are allured for 2-3 days in a nicer world beyond 20 degrees only to be then again brutally pulled out at the end, watching the rain dropping down the air plains window.

So also again happen by the introducing of the new Porsche Cayenne generation. One can imagine the way as it runs off in nearly 80% of all presentations with me. Early in the morning around six rings the alarm clock which moves my decayed limbs to get up.

After the cleansing procedure we go over in the thickly wrap up mode. It means: Jeans, thick socks, shirt, roll neck sweater and coat – it’s fucking cold outside. Then I sit down in my current baby-bomber-test carriage the Opel Zafira OPC. When I come out of the underground parking, thousands of raindrops smile at me, happily to bomb the car paint.

Then colleague Jan is fetched of course. And we arrive finally at the airport passing anyhow the unnecessary search in my photo luggage. While JCS sucks grinning at his cigarette, MRL may unpack first everything and allow examining for explosives. Of course I always get the hypercorrect brute force in feminism - instead of the sweet brunettes who passes on every guy with a winking.

After this all has been mastered, the same procedure expects me mostly once more in Munich where most flights go on. And let me tell you one thing: Against Hamburg Munich is a fart in the matter of control. One may accept half an hour for all controls which I will have during 2-3 days. The flight in the direction of Munich is to be traded mostly still carelessly.



One informs in the newspapers about the new in the world. Then one hour later one is mostly precise in the terminal, which does not contain the connection flight. Because time does not allow pausing for breath, the luggage must be pulled fast by the tape and the terminal racing begins. Armed forces jogging are included. Then follows the just aforesaid second control with Extra-time-killing-Bonus. Anyhow one has made it then in the airplane. A small film on the laptop lets time to breath.  Hardly come to destination, one goes to 90% in a coach in the direction of a five-star hotel which is hardly noticed. Driving event, press conference and dinner - up to the compulsor "Drink you to bed" bar visit among colleagues and easily stressed organisation team, who, exaggerated said, more or less willing takes part.

The next day is not less unstressed. After all Romi does already thought about the photos of the test car. Quality obliges. Also during these hours I also do not get around to memorize the sphere intensely or to take a short brake. I only search for the nicest Locations and try to get the test car there.Then after four to five hours of driving and make pictures, it goes again in the direction of the hotel. Snack, coach, airport, Check In, airport, Check In, Hamburg, rain, Home, bed.

Multiplying this with two it results 16 hours of waiting, until I finally may get in the carriage. And then I may still hear from friends that I should not grumble like that. Nevertheless it is relaxing to fly sometimes spontaneously in the south. My life is really cool. Got it so far? In this sense I, nevertheless, will go on to suffer although it is at high level.

But let me tell you something: With the Cayenne Turbo it has been worthwhile. As you will see in the coming issue of prestige cars.

Text+ Pictures by
Mario-Roman Lambrecht
marioroman pictures
http://www.marioroman.de

translation: Monsha