The one guy had a Licence to Kill. I’ve got one for the racetrack. Part 2: Taxi rides, parts hunts, and electricity on instalments

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    A few hours earlier — Friday morning. Sitting in a taxi on the way to the track felt like some parallel universe. I was technically heading for a racing licence — something that should smell like control, precision, and “I’ve got my life sorted”. And yet there I was in the back of a taxi, while my own car was six kilometres away, parked up somewhere, probably having a quiet little pity party. The road to Poznań was harmless. The taxi was warm, quiet, reliable. I realised my body was reacting to every normal bit of acceleration like it didn’t trust it — as if it was asking: “Hang on… so it can move without drama?” I leaned my head against the window and stared out, and somewhere between exhaustion and adrenaline an annoying thought popped up: maybe today would actually be… easy. Luckily, day one was theory. No car needed. No starting. No chasing volts. No praying for 14. Just a classroom, rules, flags, behaviour, safety — all the stuff that makes motorsport feel like...
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Historic Rally Poland 2013

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Historic Rally Poland — An Adventure with a Roadbook, Stopwatches, and a Calculator

No GPS.
No apps.
No sat nav.

Just a co-driver, a book full of arrows, a stopwatch —
and, occasionally, a calculator
when your head, your speedo, and your sense of time all need to agree for once.

Welcome to Historic Rally Poland,
where precision matters more than horsepower,
and where people with real passion give the whole thing a very particular kind of magic.

It’s not just a competition —
it’s also time for stories and motorsport anecdotes.

With cars that already had tales to tell
long before they ever rolled up to the start line.

More coming soon… 

                                   

                                      

                                               

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