[sdhotwn]

the most beautiful surprises are the unexpected, Mutschler, I say one and a half hours beforehand to the most stubborn photographer of all stubborn photographers - and AUTO ZEITUNG has quite a few of them riding, we also have to go to Killer.

This is practically no other way.

And of course the Mutschler doesn't want to.

This is also not possible in any other way.

He asks what is so great about this spot. His name is Killer! And we drive in the 450 PS M2 CS, that's less than six millimeters wheelbase per PS, which CANNOT drive straight ahead!

I say and wink meaningfully. Courage looks at me for a long time. Then he makes

"Pfff" and shakes his head.

He would have preferred to have seen the serious attractions of the Swabian Jura, Ho Hohenzollern Castle and Heuneburg. Almost once from the Celts to the German Emperor and back. But then we drive to Killer, and the people there have just the right humor:

The biggest attraction of the 600-soul community is - Tusch! the German whip museum. Now even the photographer laughs.

Razor-sharp friendliness But that is of course also due to the fact that such a trip across the Swabian Alb in the BMW M2 CS is a series of moments of relaxation. Even Miesepeter like Hardy Mutschler - they are called in Swabian: "Bruderdler" - appreciate the sucking forward urge of a CS on the ramps of the Neuffener Steige. You don't have to turn it out completely, you can just drop the biturbo hammer.

Older gentlemen like us, of course, still vividly remember the yapping saw of a M3 CSL E46, whose high-revving six-cylinder in-line always loved a precisely curved whip in situations of inner contemplation: 360

razor-sharp horsepower, delicately exposed at the corner of the curve through robust gassing, competently managed by the M Sport Differential and solid foundation animals in sticky (Swabian: bumpy " Mi michelin Pilot Sport Cup rubbers. From 6000
The machine then made itself mentally free, ignited panic and spoil and finally knocked tenderly and proudly on the rev limiter - at 8000 poisonous, fire-breathing revolutions. This CSI drove underneath. also very mannered - three liters of displacement are just three liters of displacement - but if you wanted to unlock the last level, you just had to downshift and load. So it was always beautiful back then, but occasionally a bit stressful.

17 years later in the M2 CS, it's all very - different, you can still have the stress, but you don't have to. It starts almost as in the good old CSL with this smoky, metallic murmur that the three-liter inline six-cylinder still has.

Both turbochargers in the intake seem to filter out only some of the formerly tinny frequencies. What remains is a rich bass with an energetic timbre.

It's really fun to accelerate.

Especially since the humorless, dust-dry punch of the turbo six from the rev cellar is simply magical. You can't get enough of it, you're surfing through the country in much too high aisles - and that in tum fits perfectly with the Rauen Alb.

sthe wavy, angular and bleakly cold low mountain range between the Black Forest and Allgau is affectionately called by the locals. The small-scale landscape of the Swabian Alb with its meadows and forests, the hills, sudden falls and deep valleys, the high plateau plains and remote hamlets is simply too beautiful to simply ignite on an imaginary ideal line

Anyone who suspected the track lighter called the BMW M2 CS was only able to pursue a career as a bitter-bad racetrack toy or victim for unda hangy cold-deformation under-talented and over-ambitious rural road gamblers is extremely mistaken. This M2 CS has style, sovereignty and foundation. The rest is in his strength. But of course he can

-well - fondle the inferno. Not here between Bad Urach and Sankt Johann, but entirely contested between Wippermann and Schwalbenschwanz. If you know where it is, try the inferno

Quite nice here instead of gravel bed there with power and with shirt sleeves rolled up, the machine then goes up the speed ladder, and at the point where you have always shifted up, you just leave it. You think there won't be so much coming, but hey, we didn't go to Killer for nothing

": dirty lashes the machine, pulls the half-ton muscle pack forward poisoned and snaps and stabs powerfully

Now you suddenly want the optional dual clutch gearbox, because you simply cannot get behind manually in this orgy, automatic intermediate gas or not. It's a somewhat disillusioning moment, but let's not kid ourselves

- manual transmissions are officially done. Neither does the sound speed fit.

speed at a manageable pace, when all systems are under attack and the box is completely devoted to the braking zone turmoil and exchange rates, yet something feels more emotional or more direct."

This weakest point in the technology park ket of the M2 CS is also so important because it is framed by nothing but high-performance all, ingredients imported into the game: excellent brakes with with eb optional carbon Ceramic escalation level, always lightweight carbon fiber on the roof and bonnet, feedback of strong precision steering and an adaptive damper chassis that has everything from smooth-controlled for smooth country road surfing to greedy aggressive. And yes: the M2 drives just about 6 mm wheelbase per horsepower you deaus. Razor-sharp. If it has to be. sac fat o costing.

next to the in an ancie we wallo

Time for a confession: During the entire Mutschler-Riegsinger circuit across the Alb, we always had the following parameters on the Wunders Hunter Si Donau in d rend after just M1 driving dynamics program button - wi turning steering comfort. Chassis: jam The autobah we

comfort and only drive: Sport We did not touch the M2 button on the steering wheel, it B on which death and the devil are stored by Blaubeure default. This is simply counterproductive Wiesenste if you prick the K6708 behind Bad Urach in the direction of Sankt Johann. Passing past the Sonnenbühl at Lichtenstein Castle. Down to the killer and then you've really warm yourself up. You need Sniff the most beautiful curves in the below. THE through the Allu to the Zeuy Teck with pentinen who country, do it from Albstadt via Meßstetten the big tour around the Heuberg to Stetten am kalten Markt and ask yourself there why this is actually called that. We understand.

killers. But cold market?

A little further down, the Danube cruises eastward in playful turns, while you follow it at an equally relaxed pace and always gently open the gas. You can hardly believe today that this friendly river next to the road will someday tumble behind Romania as an ancient river monster into the Black Sea.

Beautiful, old cultural land Behind Sigmaringen we hit the hedges to the left of the Danube, casually marveling to the northeast and just manage to turn west just before Ulm. City traffic after a wonderful day full of loneliness and curves, nobody really needs that

The A8 motorway is not, either, so we advise you to make blue: bluestone, then Blaubeuren, further to Laichingen and behind Wiesensteig the cliff-like Albtrauf below The evening sun brushes gently through and paints lush green meadows on the witness mountains and old volcanoes of the Teck with gold dust. Once again the serpentines on the Neuffener Steige - then we wake up. From the nightmare.