As
1997 ended and we started to think of Le Mans
1998, I didn't expect our arrangements to be
any different. Unfortunately however,
Ian, our Chief Tourist, was expected to
attend a very important retirement function
which had very cleverly been arranged for the
Saturday night of the Le Mans weekend!
Ian did everything he could to get the date
changed but the bottom line was - he
had to go to the "do". Ian's
organisation of our Le Mans trips is
all-important, and the end result was that
the rest of the Tourists decided to give 1998
a miss. As you might expect though, I
was not prepared to give Le Mans a
miss and nor was my mate Pierre (Peter to
most of his friends!). So
instead of Gordon's Tourists, it was to be
the "Terrible Twosome" in 1998!
Having
travelled with Chequers
in '92 and '93 (by which time it had become Motor
Racing International),
I had no hesitation in booking the cheap and
cheerful 3-day trip for the two of us.
So it was that Pierre and I caught the MRI
coach in Southampton on the evening of Friday
5th June. After some considerable
delays at the ferry terminal at Portsmouth
(during which we seriously doubted that we
would actually get onto the ferry for the
crossing to Le Havre!), we were on our way to
France once again, arriving at about 7 am on
the Saturday morning.
We
had an awful trip to the circuit. It
seemed that neither our driver or our tour
guide (names omitted to protect their
identities!) knew the way into Le Mans and we
became stuck in one of the worst traffic jams
I've ever seen. Having been due to
arrive mid-morning and to receive our
briefing at the MRI marquee at 12 noon, we
didn't actually get into the car park until
near 1 pm.
I
had already made up my mind that there was
little point in trying to get a spot on the
tribunes as usual and decided to take up
residence for the start at the Ford
Chicane. We were both starving and
having suffered withdrawal symptoms for a
whole year, I indulged in my first merguez of
the weekend! Pierre is not one to be
persuaded to eat merguez, so he opted for
what was described as
"steak". It was awful.
I didn't have the heart to tell him that the
animal from which the meat came had probably
been pulled up in the 3.30 at Haydock Park a
couple of weeks beforehand!
So
here we stayed for the start. It's not
a bad place for photographs, although the
debris fencing is as intrusive as everywhere
else on the circuit.
It
wasn't long before I had the urge to move on
from the Ford Chicane and, inevitably, my
intended destination was the Welcome
area. I had expected free entry there
(as last year) and was therefore rather
miffed to find that Pierre and I now had to
shell out another 120 francs to get in!
Annoying, but still well worth it.
Eventually
it was time to move on and Pierre and I
headed into the Village. Both Pierre
and I are quite partial to the odd Grand
Marnier crepe and we were surprised to find
the stall moved from the position it had held
ever since I first came to Le Mans in
1986. Didn't stop us having a few
though!
Our
immediate hunger dealt with (!), we pressed
on from the Village to the Dunlop Chicane,
where the camera saw plenty of action
again. As many of my visitors (and
those who visit the forum) will know, I am a
great fan of the Toyota GT One, and I took
quite a lot of pictures of these sensational
cars during the weekend. I make no
excuses at all for including a few of them
here!
When
making our bookings with MRI, I had also
booked tickets for the "excusions"
to Mulsanne Corner and
Indianapolis/Arnage. I had it in my
head that our trip was timed for 7.50, so we
didn't exactly rush about. We returned
to our coach for a quick change of t-shirt
(it was a bit hot!) at about 7.25. I
then checked our tickets and found our trip
was at 7.20 and not 7.50! The staff at
MRI were extremely unhelpful, the reaction
basically being "tough - you missed
out". Not to be beaten, however,
we squeezed ourselves onto the next available
coach, the rep finally agreeing on the basis
that if two more people turned up with the
correct tickets, we'd have to get off
again. They didn't!
We
didn't spend a lot of time at Arnage, as we
thought we would make up time and catch the
correct coach to Mulsanne, but I still
managed to shoot a couple of reels
there.
We
got to Mulsanne Corner and had about an hour
to enjoy the view from there. As the
light began to fade, I realised it was the
first time I had been there as the night drew
on - the first time in 13 years!
We
had quite a wait for our coach and didn't get
back to the garage bleu until 11 o'clock,
passing Le
Belinois
on the way! (I didn't want to stop to
eat there, but I could have done with a
"watering stop"). After
picking up my tripod from the coach and
adding a jumper for the expected night time
chill, Pierre and I made our way back to the
MRI marquee for a spot of supper.
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