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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

This Post Can't Wait!


Koenigsegg. To many of you this name means nothing. To me it is the name of my favorite supercar. Hailing from the great land of Sweden (Don't tell anyone from Denmark I said Sweden was great.) you can't deny the first time you even see a picture of one of these cars, you can feel the passion and craftsmanship put into each and every one of these handmade beauties.

I have liked Koenigsegg since I came across a car-picture website in high school. When I realized that their factory was only a few hundred Kilometers from Vejlefjord I told myself I had to get up there this year.  I thought it wasn't going to happen but on a reward trip to Copenhagen for staying in Danish class all year we realized we were only about an hours drive away.  I couldn't say no. I convinced Jill, our Danish teacher and good friend, to drive up and visit the factory. Not knowing if we would see anything or if it would even be open to the public.  We embarked up to the small town of Angelholm, Sweden. We finally arrived at an abandoned military base. The sign out front was big, but there was no other signs on the main road.  Very easy to miss if you weren't on a mission to find it. After taking a few pictures we went up and opened the doors to the main office. We were greeted by a nice receptionist who told us we were not allowed in the factory or to see any cars because they were all custom-built and the customers didn't want anyone to see them before themselves. She tried to talk her boss into letting us just see one, without pictures but he wasn't going to budge.  So she said she would call to Stockholm and see if there were any for sale there we could see.  When she came back she said there were a couple in Malmo we could go see. That was only an hours drive away, much better than 8 to Stockholm.

Before we left the factory for our drive to Malmo we went into their small shop and decided to buy a few little things to remind us of our trip.  As we were in the middle of paying for things, one of the other missionaries said, "Is that him?" The store manager said, "Yes, that is Christian von Koenigsegg, the owner/founder/CEO of Koenigsegg." Three boys in that room instantly turned into little girls. If you didn't know better you'd think we were 13 year olds meeting Justin Bieber.  We asked Christian if we could get his picture.

After talking many pictures with him, we started talking and mentioned we were all from the States and were spending a year abroad as volunteers and had driven not only from Copenhagen, but from Vejle to see his cars. I don't remember his response exactly because at this point I could hardly breathe and it is all kind of surreal.  But he said that if we had come all that way we couldn't leave without seeing something. So told us to bring our cameras and follow him to the workshop.  The first thing we see when we walk in is this:


After a good 15 minutes of talking with him and taking pictures of the car he said we could go watch one of the new models the Agera R get Dyno tested. Unfortunately the technician had just finished the test, so we didn't get to hear anything up close but we got to see one of the only Agera Rs in the world right now. This particular car has been ordered by someone in America, but he wasn't allowed to say.


After saying goodbye to Christian we returned to the shop to finish buying our souvenirs and collect all the belongings we had just dropped in our frenzy to meet Christian von Koenigsegg.



I am one happy man.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well written Jeff that will go down as one of those once in a lifetime moments you will remember your whole life.

Dad

Anonymous said...

Hi Jeff. You are so happy I'm surprised your smile didn't break your face! Glad you have this memory.
Showing these pics to Peter at work tomorrow. Now there will be someone else green with envy. I am glad you have this memeory. Love, Mom

Anonymous said...

Unbelievable! Thanks for sharing. Your pictures give us all a chance to celebrate with you. Gary