What happens when you put one of the most interesting, loudest race cars on one of the most boring (but not character-less) racetracks in the world? Hope for good support races.
"Hi! So what about DTM? Are you going?" "I don't know." "I don't know either, that's why I called to ask you whether you were going." I mean - do you want to go?" "Well, let's see it. I wouldn't go by myself." "I wouldn't either." "So, how about going, then?" "Okay with me." "Okay, bye." "Bye."
This awkward phone call to one of my friends sums up pretty much all the cognitive dissonance I'm fighting with when it comes to DTM. DTM cars are exciting, powerful, loud, fast. They are very much like a mixture of NASCAR stock cars and LMP2 sportscars. Thinking of it, they are best described as "front-engined Daytona Prototypes" (looking at you, Don Panoz). On the other hand, I can't remember sitting through a complete race and not doing something else in the meantime, eventhough all the elements are there: huge manufacturers going head-to-head, V8s, Formula One drivers, misc. touring car drivers, sportscar drivers, some great tracks and huge following in its native country. And for the first time in 26 years, they return to the Hungaroring, after the early-spring test with the current cars.