YetiBlog® - 14th February 2008 - Inside BMW Werk It's Valentine's day! And I am super excited, but all for the wrong reasons.
Today is my guided tour into the belly of BMW.
I get dressed in a hurry and get to BMW Welt. TheOne® is at the counter. There will be about 7 of us in this tour. All JBL/Harman guests.
I'm carrying my camera of course. I charged the battery and everything. This is going to be the photoblog of the decade.
The One® guides us into the belly. She hands us over to this girl. Wow, this brunette is super pretty. She's wearing a blue BMW long overcoat. Like a Doctor's jacket. "Hallo" says she and then realises that nobody in the group speaks German. A few quick words with TheOne® and she smiles and turns to us.
"Welcome. You may not take any pictures at any point of our tour. What you are about to see is confidential and you are simply not permitted to use cameras and camera phones"
My face falls and I quickly hand over all my paraphernalia and walk in. The door closes with a thud.
A few minutes later we are in an auditorium where we are explained some details about the company. We are about to enter the facility where the 3 and 5 series are made in 2 variants each. We will have full access but we cannot cross any yellow lines.
This factory is special. It is not at one level but across 5 floors. Lines not only move left to right, but also up and down.
I have been to auto factory facilities before. Honda at Noida and Toyota at Bangalore.
Soon Melanie hands out little recievers and earphones that look like bluetooth handsets. She is wearing a headset like Janet Jackson and all 7 of us (all guys) are looking at her. I can see that everyone finds her terribly attractive.
But Melanie starts speaking (her english is surprisingly good) and soon everyone realises that she is both friendly and quite knowledgeable. It's time to begin the tour.
We walk first into the stamping area. I have to suck in my breath quickly and steady myself when I realise that we're on a bridge and looking over the stamps. It is the biggest machinery area I have ever seen. 10 stamp presses are stamping away.
A roll of Arcelor-Mittal is being fed into the beast. WHAM!
Out comes a door.
I look at the other animal. It is slicing through stainless steel like butter. That roll looks like toilet paper in the machine's hands. Roll roll roll whush whush SLICE!
WHAM! WHAM! WHUMP!!
Out comes a fender.
I can count only 4 people in the stamping area. They look like fleas. I can see one forklift and even that looks tiny.
& the machines are running by themselves. WHAM! WHAM!! WHAM!!!
Melanie is talking quietly and respectfully into her headset. We can all hear her on our radios. She is telling is how much steel is consumed here every day. I am too overwhelmed by what I am seeing. WHAM!! WHUMP!!
We walk further and further. I am not a technical person and cannot remember each process that she is describing. Almost everything is supremely automated. We see a lot of things that I try to grasp and remember to tell you, but now it does not come to me.
"Crackle crackle - Welding and assembling area." says Melanie. "650 Kuka robots."
650 Robots!!
We are given safety glasses.
Then we walk onto the bridge and I stare in shock. This can't be right.
It's as quiet as a funeral. There is not much light. There are these massive ugly robots with odds and ends sticking out of them. They don't even look humanoid, like we imagine them to be. They look like machines from.... from The Matrix.
A cross between the squid looking robot that flies behind the ships and those massive harvesters that roam the killing fields.
What's strikes me is the eerie silence. Nothing is going on. The machines are crouched and silent. but the air is thick with an event just about to occur.
What is also eerie is the proximity of the robots to each other. Too close for comfort I would say. Robots don't need comfort.
The line from the stamp arrives here I guess. Where are the humans?
Suddenly I am jolted out of my reverie. All robots wake up together. It is the most terrifying sight I have seen. SCREE, WHOOO, BAM, SCREE and they are all flying at manic speeds at each other. Lifting pieces of car and flinging them at each other. I can see from the welding spark light. It's the fastest evil dance I have seen in my life. It's manic. The robots are aiming tons of shapely steel within millimetres of each other. Nothing brushes, nothing touches.
One holds down the screaming piece of metal, the other injects it quickly with little bolts of lightning hot flame till the piece gives up and dies. Soon that dead piece of steel will be amalgamated into a part of a machine. I can see the machines grinning at each other and bowing to each other after they have finished their chore in 1/100th of the time I would have taken.
We are frozen to the spot. I look at Melanie's face for a second and even she seems hypnotised by the evil dance. I can even see her smile slightly by the dramatic light of the welding sparks.
The manic dance takes a few seconds and all machines suddenly go back to silence and peace. Like it never happened.
Like somebody pressed the stop button on life's DVD player. The light is dim again because there are no flying sparks.
There is an eerie and deathly silence that is ringing in my ears.
The Australian guy speaks first. "This ain't right, mate." To be continued...
Last edited by Sam Kapasi : 6th March 2008 at 13:19.
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