ADAC GT Masters

The ADAC GT Masters is a grand tourer -based auto racing series founded by the international Stéphane Ratel Organisation (SRO) and supported by the German ADAC automotive club. Similar to an earlier ADAC GT Cup series in the 1990s, the new GT Masters ran their first season in 2007. Although the series is based in Germany, select events are run elsewhere in Europe.

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The cars that run in the ADAC GT Masters are also regulated by the FIA. Only cars which have been approved are allowed to compete. Of the cars that are currently approved, all are artificially performance balanced in such a way that the performance of each type of car is as close to equal as possible. This makes the skills of the driver paramount. Vehicles that ran in the 2019 championship include Porsche 911 GT3 R , Audi R8 LMS GT3 Evo , Ferrari 488 GT3 , Corvette C7 GT3-R , BMW M6 GT3 , Lambor...

Each event consists of two races, with a duration of 60 minutes plus one lap. Each car must make a pit stop during each race and switch drivers. In the first race usually the amateur driver starts, if so the professional driver must drive the start in the second race of each round.

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Season	Champion	Car	Team Champion	Secondary Class Champion	Ref
2007	Christopher Haase	Lamborghini Gallardo GT3	Reiter Engineering	P: Jan Seyffarth P: Frank Schmickler L: Christopher Haase	nan
2008	Tim Bergmeister	Porsche 997 GT3 Cup	Team Flatex-Reiter (2)	P: Tim Bergmeister L: Christopher Haase L: Albert von Thurn und Taxis Pit: #30 Hexis	nan
2009	Christian Abt	Audi R8 LMS	Callaway Competition	A: Toni Seiler Pit: #6 Abt Sportsline	nan
2010	Peter Kox Albert von Thurn und Taxis	Lamborghini Gallardo LP560 GT3 (2)	Abt Sportsline	A: Toni Seiler (2) SRO: Jürgen Bender SRO: Martin Dechent	nan
2011	Dino Lunardi Alexandros Margaritis	Alpina B6 GT3	Reiter Engineering (3)	G: Mark A. Hayek	nan
2012	Sebastian Asch Maximilian Götz	Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG GT3	MS Racing Team	G: Swen Dolenc	nan
2013	Diego Alessi Daniel Keilwitz	Corvette Z06.R GT3	Prosperia C. Abt Racing (2)	G: Christina Nielsen	nan
2014	René Rast Kelvin van der Linde	Audi R8 LMS ultra	Prosperia C. Abt Racing (3)	G: Handlos Herbert	nan
2015	Sebastian Asch (2) Luca Ludwig	Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG GT3	BMW Sports Trophy Team Schubert	G: Andreas Weishaupt	nan
2016	Connor De Phillippi Christopher Mies	Audi R8 LMS	Montaplast by Land-Motorsport	T: Remo Lips J: Connor De Phillippi	nan

F1ABY Commentary

“Does the scent of burning rubber truly reveal a driver’s soul, or merely the limits of their machine?” The echoes of the ’97 ADAC GT Cup still cling to this circuit, a ghost of ambition and a testament to the brutal attrition of motorsport. It wasn’t simply about speed then, was it? The attrition wasn’t a consequence of mechanical failure, but a slow unraveling of focus, of strategy, of the very will to push. Observe the meticulous preparation – the engineers, the data analysts, the team’s almost devotional obsession with every micro-adjustment. But the driver… he’s a solitary island, battling not just the track, but the relentless pressure of expectation, the whispering doubts that creep in with every lap. A brilliant mind can be a cage, you see. And the greatest victories often begin with the smallest, most agonizing defeats. The question isn’t *can* they win, but *who* will surrender first?

The pursuit of speed, you see, isn’t merely about shaving milliseconds off a lap; it’s a brutal, exquisitely calibrated dance with the demons of doubt and the ghosts of past mistakes. Each driver, a solitary island adrift on a current of roaring engines and calculated risk, carries within them a narrative far richer than any telemetry readout could ever capture – a story etched in the lines of their face, the tremor in their hand, the almost imperceptible shift in their gaze. Observe closely, and you'll find the truth of their ambition burns brighter than the exhaust fumes.

F1ABY Trivia

The rain in Hockenheim, a persistent, sullen grey, mirrored the mood settling over the Schubert Motorsport team. Klaus Näf, a man sculpted by years of relentless precision, wrestled with the telemetry – a 1. 2% reduction in rear-end grip correlating directly with the increased track temperature, exacerbated by the slick asphalt. It wasn’t simply a matter of tire choice; the engine, a venerable Audi 1. 8-liter turbo, was bleeding power due to the rapid thermal expansion, a consequence of the team’s aggressive, late-race fuel mapping. A chilling realization dawned – the relentless pursuit of tenths was, at this moment, actively undermining their chances.

Let’s begin. Klaus Richter, a man sculpted from granite and relentless ambition, stared at the telemetry – a mere 0. 3 seconds separating him from the lead. It wasn't the outright victory he craved, not by a long shot. 7-second gap between their qualifying lap and their race pace; a disparity that spoke volumes about the inherent instability of the asphalt beneath their tires. A pattern, stark and unsettling, repeated itself across the weekend – a fleeting brilliance followed by a predictable, agonizing collapse.

F1ABY Tales

The rain hadn’t relented, not a drop. Klaus Graf’s McLaren, a beast of steel and ambition, shuddered violently as he wrestled with the apex of the hairpin. Sweat plastered his helmet to his forehead, mirroring the frantic calculations flashing across his mind. A glance at the telemetry confirmed the worst – a catastrophic loss of rear grip, a consequence of the slick track and his aggressive push. He was a man sculpted by relentless pressure, a warrior battling not just the car, but the ghosts of countless mistakes. This wasn’t just a race; it was a reckoning.

The rain hammered against the Hockenheim asphalt, mirroring the relentless pressure building within Klaus Graf’s cockpit. A smear of mud clung to his visor, a physical manifestation of the strategic gamble he’d taken – a move so audacious, so reliant on a perfect, fleeting opportunity, that it threatened to unravel everything. He’d seen the flicker of doubt in his engineer’s eyes, a subtle tightening around the mouth, and for a moment, the weight of the championship, the expectation of a nation, felt like a lead blanket. Graf, a man sculpted by the unforgiving Bavarian mountains, rarely showed such vulnerability, but tonight, the fragility of control was palpable. The rhythm of the engine, usually a comforting pulse, now sounded like a frantic heartbeat. Would he seize the moment, or would the rain wash away his ambition?