As
a year, 1997 didn't start so well for me, as
my father died in the March after a long
illness. He was a very intelligent man,
a gifted musician and artist, but he wasn't
what you would call a motor racing fan,
although he did take me to Goodwood as a
small child and we were BARC members during
the early 70's. As it happens though,
my father was the first member of the family
to go to Le Mans, and I'm just a little
envious of the year he chose - 1970.
OK, the weather was pretty dismal (you only
have to watch the Steve McQueen film to see
that), but he did get to see some glorious
cars in action. Somewhere I'm sure I
still have the 3 or 4 tiny black and white
photos he took at the race. One day
I'll find them and post them.
Not
surprisingly we had a tough few months and I
guess I was looking forward to my Le Mans
break even more than usual. Our team of
Tourists was to be seven-strong this year,
all bar one of whom had already earned his
Tourist "wings". Regulars
Ian, Martin, Alan, Jim, Peter and myself were
joined by Geoff for the 1997
trip.
Our
Le Mans weekend commenced as always with a
rendezvous at Ian's home on the Friday
morning, before we headed off to Portsmouth
to catch the 8 am ferry to Le Havre.
Having
driven to Chartres, where we stopped for
coffee and a quick look in the cathedral
(followed by a long look for Martin and
Peter!), we then journeyed on to Vendôme,
where we would again be staying at the Auberge
de la Madeleine.
I was pleased at the choice, having taken
quite a shine to Vendôme last year. A
very pleasant and picturesque place -
particularly when the sun shines. And
good food in the auberge too!
After
heading into the town itself and enjoying the
music from an Irish folk evening (!) in one
of the local bars (oh yes, and several
glasses of calvados for me!), we finally made
in back to our beds by about 2 am, with no
sleep in prospect for yours truly until after
the end of the race on Sunday
afternoon.
We
finally quit Vendome and headed off to Le
Grand Lucé (after a flying visit to Chartre
sur le Loir), where the rest of the Tourists
would be sleeping that night (as always, at
the Hotel
Restaurant Le Cheval Blanc). After a
couple of beers it was back into the cars
again for the relatively short journey to Le
Mans, where we arrived in the garage rouge at
around 1 pm.
Although
it wasn't exactly sunny when we arrived (the
jackets in the picture suggesting that it
wasn't very warm), it was dry, although the
spectator areas still bore the clear signs of
the heavy rain which had fallen there on
Friday.
As
usual, we plunged headlong into the tribunes
and managed to get quite a good spot for what
remained of the drivers' parade. I
managed to take some reasonable shots of
this, some of which you can see below.
Despite
the presence of the debris fencing, I was
quite pleased with the shots I was able to
take before the race.
And
so to the race. There was a good battle
in prospect with the Joest LMPs, the works
Porsche GT1s, the various McLaren F1s and the
splendid new Nissan R390s. But I guess
the reality was that few would have been
betting against a works Porsche
victory.
We
enjoyed the opening stages of the race,
making our usual way off of the tribunes
after an hour or so for a beer, before I
departed to pick up my programme and list des
engages from the ACO, together with my
"Welcome" ticket, which gave me
access to the "Welcome " area and
the building at the end of the straight, from
where I was able to take a lot of pictures
from what was, for me, an entirely new
vantage point.
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