The afternoon after the Nordschleife, spent at the Porsche Museum in Zuffenhausen.
The 718 Spyder. Hands on the wheel, going nowhere.
Door open, one foot out. The Porsche Museum lets you sit in this one.
Above the main hall. The race cars laid out on the white floor below.
A 917 in Martini colours, number 22.
The pink 917/20, the cuts of meat marked on its body in dashed red lines.
The 935/78, long-tailed, in Martini white.
A 959 in Rothmans colours, dressed for the Paris–Dakar.The drive in. The museum hangs over the junction on its three legs.Outside. A black 911 rolled in under the overhang while we stood there.Inside. A slow walk along the early road cars.