A96 Towards Austria

The sonorous whirl of the engine gave me the tingling sensation when I shifted from second, to third, to fourth, to fifth and finally to sixth as I entered A9 south. In an almost deserted Autobahn, on late Saturday night, I reached the cruising speed of 230 km/h at the altitude of about 500 meter above the sea level. Audi once again performed its sorcery. It was easy to understand how the R8 fooled me on how fast I was actually going. But to experience similar feel on the S5 was a big surprise.

The full moon brightened the rolling hills of the Bavaria along A96 towards the Austrian border. The clouds were abundant but thin and very high. It reflected the moon light to illuminate the beautiful agriculture landscape in a much better way than the green night vision goggle. The rolling hills were filled with yellow flower plants called Raps. This plant produces oil that later is processed for bio-diesel.

Bayern Drei and Antenne Bayern were two of my favorite radio stations. The timing could not be any better. The road opened up. A long stretch of empty Autobahn came to my target range. Bayern Drei played the theme song from Eddie Murphy’s Beverly Hills Cop. I dropped the gear from sixth to fourth because I was just leisurely cruising at 180 km/h. The rev went up. I pressed on the accelerator and up shifted every time the needle reached about 6200 rpm. The speedometer needle moved effortlessly to 200 km/h, 225 km/h, and it finally rested at the artificially limited 250 km/h. The bright waxing moon was my guardian angle this night. The engine softly hummed at 6200 rpm to maintain this speed.

The adaptive shock absorbers, the new Audi dynamic assist steering system, and the beautiful sculpted aerodynamics provided an amazingly confident drive at this blistering fast land speed. I slowed down to 220 km/h to devour the large radius bend, and the sensation was out of this world. I looked at the car navigation system and it told me that I still had over five more hours to go. I was looking forward to the next five hours of blissful driving.

A96 Towards Austria

The sonorous whirl of the engine gave me the tingling sensation when I shifted from second, to third, to fourth, to fifth and finally to sixth as I entered A9 south. In an almost deserted Autobahn, on late Saturday night, I reached the cruising speed of 230 km/h at the altitude of about 500 meter above the sea level. Audi once again performed its sorcery. It was easy to understand how the R8 fooled me on how fast I was actually going. But to experience similar feel on the S5 was a big surprise.

The full moon brightened the rolling hills of the Bavaria along A96 towards the Austrian border. The clouds were abundant but thin and very high. It reflected the moon light to illuminate the beautiful agriculture landscape in a much better way than the green night vision goggle. The rolling hills were filled with yellow flower plants called Raps. This plant produces oil that later is processed for bio-diesel.

Bayern Drei and Antenne Bayern were two of my favorite radio stations. The timing could not be any better. The road opened up. A long stretch of empty Autobahn came to my target range. Bayern Drei played the theme song from Eddie Murphy’s Beverly Hills Cop. I dropped the gear from sixth to fourth because I was just leisurely cruising at 180 km/h. The rev went up. I pressed on the accelerator and up shifted every time the needle reached about 6200 rpm. The speedometer needle moved effortlessly to 200 km/h, 225 km/h, and it finally rested at the artificially limited 250 km/h. The bright waxing moon was my guardian angle this night. The engine softly hummed at 6200 rpm to maintain this speed.

The adaptive shock absorbers, the new Audi dynamic assist steering system, and the beautiful sculpted aerodynamics provided an amazingly confident drive at this blistering fast land speed. I slowed down to 220 km/h to devour the large radius bend, and the sensation was out of this world. I looked at the car navigation system and it told me that I still had over five more hours to go. I was looking forward to the next five hours of blissful driving.