Did you know that ‘god’ lives in a tiny little village called Sankt Englmar in the heart of the Bavarian forest? That he might have ten Porsches tucked away from prying eyes in his basement garage, but drives a second-hand Audi so as to have some peace, quiet and anonymity? That he’s an incredibly pleasant fellow to chat with, even if you have caught him during lunch? And that he’ll be the first person to tell you that all the adulation and titles that have been bestowed upon him - ‘rally god’, ‘rally driver of the millenium’, ‘greatest rally driver of all time’ - are all “rubbish”.
“It’s all s**t!,” Walter Röhrl exclaims. “They think ‘He is not a normal man!’”
Well, I’m sitting in his home, watching him tuck into some wurst and pretzel just like any other Bavarian would at that time …


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