It must have been back in the pre-internet days of the 1990s when I read about an event on the market. There was talk of a fuel consumption race for Vélo-Solexes in Saarland. The aim was to drive as many laps as possible on half a liter of fuel and thus cover the greatest possible distance. That sounded exciting and a good colleague was found who wanted to set off with me and a borrowed VW T3 diesel Westfalia van. As always with such an undertaking, we were very poorly prepared. We basically had no idea - Saarland? That must be somewhere in the north. We didn't have a map and found the place anyway - Überherrn. Never heard of it before.
It was a tricky drive, though, because the ultra-lame van could barely do 80 on the highway. As the owner - an odd fellow - later admitted to me, he had cut back the engine. This was out of fear that he would otherwise prematurely ruin the water-cooled 1.6-liter in-line four-cylinder diesel engine. Why anyone in Switzerland would put up with a 50 hp van weighing almost 2 tons remains a mystery to me to this day. Our hourly average was just under 60 km/h on the limited German highway from Basel.
We, my colleague Bela (top right in the picture) and I arrived in the middle of the night - after listening to the Hans Albers pilot song about 100 times. His propeller was turning faster and faster, but our heads were pounding after the trip with the windows open. And we didn't expect to get much sleep either, as the paddock was set up around our Westy early on Saturday morning. The participants came from all over the region and beyond, from Switzerland along the German-French border to Luxembourg and on to Holland and Belgium. From 7 o'clock in the morning, it was hard to miss.
Sigrist - start number 34 - with sophisticated cornering technique on a rickety Solex
You had to bring your own fuel, the scrutineers - who probably didn't even know this word - measured out exactly half a liter, filled it into the "Töffli" and sealed the tank cap with a sealing compound, the remains of which can still be found on the cap of my Solex even after thirty years. Then it was time to pin a large start number on my chest. Sometime around lunchtime, we set off through the middle of a residential neighborhood. People sat in their camping chairs along the route, which was a maximum of one kilometer long - or rather less. And at the end of the lap, the lap counters sitting on a truck trailer recorded you on a tally sheet. The tactic was - at least according to my feelings and logic - quite simple: never take your foot off the gas, hardly ever brake and always let the bike roll.
The Velosolex is perfectly designed for its continuous speed, everything else neither saves gas nor moves you forward. The first time I rode my "Suisse-Paris-Suisse" model 3300, I came 10th out of more than 50 participants. Later, I was always unlucky and had to retire (friction roller exploded on a model 1010 or connecting rod bearing seized on a 3800 with high steering).
Both - the high-steer 3800 on the left and the Solex 1010 - would later fail, the preparations were always at the last minute...
But the preparation was always lousy, I had brought the 1010 completely disassembled in a box and somehow managed to get it up and running in time. Sure, the fun was what counted, that was it. After the end of the event, we usually stayed until Sunday, in the middle of the neighborhood on that square. It took us about three races before we realized that the local campsite was right next to the tree-lined site. Each time, by the way, we arrived in a different vehicle. After the T3, it was Bela's T2b with a 2-liter and automatic, which went just under 100, then I rented a caravan and coupled it to my DS 23IE - the most expensive edition of our Solex experience in Überherrn. The last time I was there was in a Lotus Seven Series 2, in which I again transported a Solex in individual parts - instead of the passenger seat. I then slept in a one-man tent.
Tightening the brakes behind the counting trailer in the middle of a housing estate in Überherrn, Saarland D
Then it went quiet, somehow the contact was lost, or there was no more consumption driving, I don't know. Do the Solex lemmings who used to organize this event still exist? Only one flickr account still has a few pictures, including the one I stole from this event. Who knows more?