The Porsche backs down

So now for the next cataclysm:

1st of May, 2009, 20 days before the estimated date of departure.
My cell phone rings.
On the screen flashing is the name of the other rider, the Cayman S owner who, for a year now has been my mate and right arm in the battle of tarmac.
What did he want?
Well, for “undisclosed reasons” he couldn’t make the trip.
WHAT???
NOT MAKE THE TRIP?
His this guy kidding me?
And what the hell does he mean with undisclosed reasons?
Here’s a guy that told me all about his personal life, his fears, his achievements, his failures, and now all of a sudden he gives me this crap about not being able to tell me about why he's not going to the trip he had envisioned?
I was exhausted have pulled an all-nighter so I just told him that I wasn’t counting on him bailing out, especially when we were a mere 20 days from going.
I hung up the phone and it all came racing back in my head:
- He was the one who suggested we should take our motoring endeavors a step further and do a trip to the NurburgRing.
- He was the one that got all excited about doing a 5000+ km journey with his precious Porsche
- He is still the one that collects all the magazines and DVDs talking about great driving roads and the like
- And he was the one that draw the map with the itinerary

How sick is that??
20 days from leaving??
And what reasons did he present?
None!
None what so ever!
He told me that he hadn’t figured in the physical exhaustion and strain that such a long journey would pose on him.
What?
He was the guy that decided where we should go, where we should sleep and rest in the first place!
And we’re not talking about any 60 year old gentleman driver here, but of a (at least visually) fit 38 year old man!

So the trip is off then?
Well…. Not quite!
Next day I was in my car, waiting my turn in the gas station, insulting him with every slang word known to men, and then some, when I remembered a friend of mine, car crazy such as me, who might be interested.
Simple phone call:
“Are you up for a car ride to the NurburgRing as my co-pilot?”
“Hell yeah! When do we leave?”
Now that’s my kind of guy!

With one phone call, he who had been dreaming and making plans for a year about this trip lets me down and draws back, and with another phone call, a true motoring aficionado jumps at the chance of joining me on this most epic of journeys.
Now, I am not going to jump into conclusions about you Porsche owners not having what it takes to risk travelling a few thousand miles to experience the most serious racetrack in the world, or buying a Porsche precisely because you fear failure and risk above all else (heck, that’s why most 911s are sold anyway, right?), but it’s funny that me, and others like me, are willing to take the chance of such a strenuous trip with so much more prone-to-failure machines, and you guys aren’t….

Come on, prove me wrong and be there Tuesday, the 26st of May at the Green Hell!