As in 2012, I took my son and we travelled in my 964, just back from having its original, not messed with, thrashed, tracked or neglected & completely bullet-proof engine completely rebuilt. Also travelling with us were various old Porsche driving friends, so we were nine in total at our Gites, some 10km west of the circuit. After years of camping in the Le Mans circuit wastelands, I'm at an age when a comfy bed, hot shower and good food are as important to me as the track action, so as far I was concerned the additional cost was well justified, especially as our host turned out to be an excellent chef.
The 964 outside the Gite with a 1966 predecessor |
Even with a bizarre schedule that saw the first race only get under way at 5pm, it's still magic to see old racing machinery being driven properly on a track that lets big, fast cars really stretch their legs. Inevitably, our focus was on the later grids; four, five and six, where six, eight and twelve cylinder Porsches from the 1960s and 70's were out in force. Although the Saturday evening's races were affected by the weather, our successful blagging of access to the ACO's clubhouse meant we weren't.
The view from the roof of the ACO's clubhouse |
On the Monday we left, but rather than head north back up to the ferry port with the others we decided to spend a couple of days seeing the Normandy D day sites, finally arriving back in sunny West Sussex on Tuesday evening.
Good trip.
SS7
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