Stuttgart Airport, April 19, 9 p.m., 77 kilometers:
Bad Boys, Bad Boys … the sun has set and there is that mood of the action movie classic with Will Smith and Martin Lawrence in the air. The boss wants a twilight production and he shall have it. Schrödinger's McLaren is of course in on the action - and is photographed as little as possible while driving and only as dynamically as needed. Fellow photographer Mederer runs his hand through his hair and snorts. Yes, Matthias, I feel the same way. We finish at half past ten and head straight home. But I have to say it: the car is awesome. Simply awesome.
Stuttgart airport, April 20, 6 a.m., 139 kilometers:
Us again, the airport again - and obviously a lot of twilight. At least for the pale figure working somewhere here at the airport. Actually, the V8 biturbo and the two tired photographers are just breathing a sigh of relief or stress (thinking about the mileage) - but the busy, remote cab stand is then too much for the tenaciously creeping, female poltergeist: »I'll report that,« we hear. Fine, do that. We switch to the loudest sports mode and roll away. The remaining pictures we didn't manage to take yesterday? Are now in the can anyway.
We take off in the direction of Munich, but with a detour via the Swabian Alb - the A8 near Merklingen is closed due to a rock slide. Nothing works anymore. We have to be there by 12.