So
what was going on in the race at this
time, you might well ask? Well, at the 10-hour
mark, the
West McLaren was still leading with the
Harrods McLaren in 2nd. The Wollek,
Andretti and Helary Courage, which had looked
to be Mario and Bob's best bet for that
elusive Le Mans victory was in 6th, a mighty
comeback after dropping to 25th in the 5th
hour, after Mario dumped the car backwards into the
wall at the Porsche Curves, which cost 25 minutes in the pits. Ominously
for the rest of the field, however, there was
a third McLaren in the top three, the sombre
black version of Dalmas, Lehto and Sekiya.
This was running very well, particularly
whenever Lehto got behind the wheel, making
up time for three earlier spins (one for each
driver).
Having
walked down to Tertre Rouge and back again, I
spent some time at the Dunlop Curve, before
wandering along the tribunes opposite the
pits, to watch a few pit stops.
Fortunately for me, the rain had started to
ease a little.
After
quite a while in front of the pits, I decided to walk as far as I could
towards the Porsche Curves, as I hadn't been
down in that direction for some years.
Regulars will know there are fences and
barriers which stop you from getting too
close to the Curves however, this year, the
fencing had been trampled down and I was able
to get into the field beyond - a strictly
prohibited area, where there was already a
handful of spectators literally leaning on
the armco. I didn't venture
that far, my thoughts going back to the 1987
race when one of the Cougars actually leapt
the barriers and burnt out in that very
field! Unfortunately, I got pretty wet
on that jaunt, the grass was about shin high
and my trainers and the bottoms of my jeans
were soaked by the time I walked back to the
tribunes!
I
set up camp again on the tribunes
for some more shots of the cars as dawn
rapidly approached.
By
now, thankfully, the rain had virtually
stopped, as had my legs! As I'd
walked quite a few miles around the circuit
during the night, I guess that wasn't
surprising! I was due to meet with the
rest of the Tourists as they returned to the
circuit from Le Grand Luce on the hour
(either 7, 8 or 9!) at the Grand Marnier
crepe stall. That reference gives me
the chance to post these two pictures:-
So,
not feeling like walking much more (the
night - the best part of the race - now
over),
I decided to camp at the GM crepe stall. At
about 8.20, Ian, Martin, Peter and Jim
returned to the circuit for a crepe
breakfast!
After
heading back to Le Grand Luce for a change of
clothes we set off for Mulsanne Corner to catch some
of the remaining action there. Whilst
on the journey we heard of the dramas which
were afflicting the leading Harrods McLaren
and realised it was now only a matter of
time before the 59 McLaren assumed the
lead. Derek Bell and co were suffering
severe clutch and gearbox maladies and lost
time which they could never make
up.
We
took lunch consisting (as it should) of beer
and frites at Mulsanne before returning, as
usual to the garage rouge to watch the end of
the race from the tribunes, having fortified
ourselves for the last couple of hours with a
few more glasses of champagne!
The
race was won of course by the 59 McLaren, a
fantastic Le Mans debut for what I still
consider to be one of my favourite Le Mans
cars. Wollek, Andretti and Helary
brought the 13 Courage home in 2nd place, on
the same lap as the winning McLaren.
Lots of "what if's" there - a win
for Andretti and Wollek in particular would
have gone down very well with most of the
spectators at Le Mans. The Harrods
McLaren made it home in 3rd place, just one
lap in arrears.
There
were 20 finishers and another 3 cars running
but not classified. McLarens filled 4
of the first 5 places and the car I love to
hate, the Debora, made it home, last of the
classified finishers in 20th place, 76 laps
down.
On the
Sunday evening we stayed at the Hotel
La Marine
at Port en Bessin (great soupe de poisson!)
and we took lunch at the Cafe
du Port
at St. Vaast-la-Hougue on Monday, having
earlier popped into Bayeux for a peak at the
famous tapestry. After lunch it was
time to journey on to Cherbourg for the ferry
back to Poole.
The
1995 Le Mans weekend was, I suppose, a case
of ups and downs. Great accommodation
and food throughout and a few new places to
visit. The race was good, very close
between the two leading McLarens and the
chasing Courage (even if the end result
wasn't quite what I had hoped for - it was
certainly a great deal better than in
'94!). The weather had been a pain, and
true to form, we were blessed with brilliant
sunshine all day on the Monday! Sod's
law, I guess!
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