At last, I am here. After a long road I slow down in front of the brewery, cold steel wrapping the building with a promise of warmth inside. I park my veteran beside a row of polished cars — tomorrow the rally begins. Flickering silhouettes, fragments of conversation, and the clink of glasses remind me of the dinner ahead and a cozy place to stay.
Inside, I am instantly surrounded by the scent of malt and roasted meat. Soft music and heated discussions make it clear — the restaurant is full. I weave my way deeper, looking for a free spot at the bar. The group nearby is talking about a conference to be held in the Sýpka. That building stands only a few steps away. Tomorrow I’ll visit its gallery and coworking space.
I glance out the window: the cluster of local buildings shapes a courtyard. Trees cast long shadows across it, and between them the veterans wait, ready for the start. Next to the brewery stands a new service building. All the gates are wide open — I can see old cars raised on lifts in the back, mechanics giving them their final touches. Right beside it, in a barn glowing with bright light, more cars are stored: some like exhibits, others set to take to the track tomorrow.
My gaze drifts to the new building — the Stáj. On its roof rises a metal lantern that at night glows in neon, pointing the way. Tonight many guests have gathered here: I watch as the courtyard turns into an open-air cinema. A screen is stretched between the pillars, people carry in chairs, some remain in their cars. Everything falls silent, the lights dim — and the first frames of the film illuminate the screen.