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WHAT IT IS
Two Days. A Locomotive Works. A Festival, Not a Show
In Munich-Freimann, north of the centre, the former Deutsche Bahn repair works still looks like what it was. The Ausbesserungswerk handled locomotives for the best part of a century, and the brick halls, the riveted steel roof of the Lokhalle, the coal bunker that gives the Kohlebunker its name, were all built for machinery rather than spectacle. Motorworld took the site over and kept the bones intact. Most of MYLE happened outdoors, in the open between the halls, and two days of clear June weather made that effortless. There are car events that fight their venue. This one borrows its authority from it.
MYLE ran across Saturday and Sunday this year, with a Friday opening night ahead of it, and the two-day format suits it. It is not a trade fair and does not pretend to be one. The brands skewed toward tuners and the accessory trade, ABT among them, alongside the manufacturers who turn up to a festival rather than a motor show: Lamborghini, Bentley, Porsche, Range Rover, Tesla and MG. A Hot Wheels Legends Germany stand fit the room better than it had any right to. The audience is the point. MYLE pulls a young, lifestyle-driven crowd, more carspotters than collectors, with DJ sets and food stalls running outdoors through the middle of it. Whether that is your scene is a matter of temperament. It is honestly what the event is, and it does it well.
ON THE FLOOR
The Cars Worth Finding
The cars worth seeking out were not always on the official stands. In the Kohlebunker sat a Koenigsegg Jesko, the kind of machine that does not need a podium to hold a room. Elsewhere the work was in the detail: engines fired up and revved at the stands through the day. It sounds like a small thing and is not, because a static car tells you very little and a running one tells you everything.
Kohlebunker: A Jesko in a former coal bunker is the kind of contrast you cannot stage on purpose. Raw concrete, industrial light, and one of the fastest cars ever built sitting quietly in the middle of it.
The test drive area was the genuinely democratic part of the weekend. Grenadier, Lotus, MG and Tesla were all available to drive, and I took the Grenadier out. It is exactly as agricultural and as likeable as you would hope.
THE PADDOCK
The Gravel Never Settles
The real theatre was the supercar paddock, and it never settled. Cars arrived all weekend, driven in by visitors and collaborators, and each arrival drew a crowd that formed out of nothing and dispersed just as fast. Phones up, a wall of people, the young ones genuinely losing it over a car rolling at walking pace across gravel. The underground garage was worth a look too, quietly stacked with metal that would headline most smaller meets. MYLE understands that the event is partly the people watching the event, and it leans into that without apology.
ON STAGE
Omid, Up Close
Omid Mouazzen took the outdoor stage with the crew he calls his family, and gave the slot far more time than it asked for. The Q&A that followed was better than these things usually are: close, honest, no act. For a creator of his reach to sit and answer straight, at length, is not a given, and the crowd around the stage knew it. He was not the only draw up there. Serkan, the man behind Glanzk, was the other name worth planning around, and between the two of them the outdoor stage held a crowd all weekend.
SHOULD YOU GO IN 2027?
Yes. Stay On Site.
Yes, and give it the full two days. That is enough time to see the place properly rather than rushing it, and the festival rewards a slower pass: the paddock refills, the light changes, the second day finds cars the first one missed.
Olivier's take: Stay on site at the Ameron München Motorworld, the hotel built into the Lokhalle. Short walks, no parking, and the option to step out of the crowd and back into it at will. It was the single best logistical decision of the weekend.
By Sunday evening the gravel had emptied and the halls had gone quiet, and the only sensible thing to do was point the car south. Out of Munich on the B11 toward the lakes, past Kochelsee, and up over the Kesselberg to Walchensee, where the road tightens into the kind of switchbacks that remind you why any of this matters in the first place. The festival is the crowd and the noise. The drive home is the other half of the story.
