We
were looking forward to a good meal
at the auberge and the weather was
good enough for us to be able to eat
outside. The auberge has a
spectacular cheese-board, by the way!
After
our meal it was down to the Bar
St. Martin
for beer and calvados (rather a lot
of calvados for me, actually!) and
some serious competition on the table
football.
I
guess it was around 2 am before those
who had stayed for the football
finally rolled back to the auberge
for some sleep - as always, wonderful
preparation for Le Mans!
After
walking around Vendôme
for a while in the morning, we set
off for Le Grand Lucé, where
Saturday night was to be spent.
After getting a few beers in at the Hotel
Restaurant Le Cheval Blanc,
it was up into the square for lunch
before finally getting into the cars
for the journey to the circuit.
On
our arrival at the circuit at about 1
pm, we had tremendous difficulty
getting into the garage rouge and Ian
had to park in the overflow car park
some distance away. This
year, I had decided that I wasn't
going to suffer the crush on the
tribunes at this late stage, so I
separated from the rest of the
Tourists and watched the start of the
race from down at the Ford Chicane,
as Pierre and I had done last year.
After
an hour or so of watching the race
from the Ford Chicane, I made my way
across to the Village, intending to
watch for a while from the top of the
Welcome building, but the place was
packed and I gave it up as a bad
job! I met up with the rest of
the Tourists at the champagne stall
at about 6.30 and we left the circuit
about an hour later for the drive
back to Le Grand
Lucé for dinner.
It
was just before we took dinner that
we learned of Peter Dumbreck's
Mercedes accident. Of course,
details were very sketchy as we could
barely pick up Radio
Le Mans
from there, so we had no idea how
Dumbreck was. Knowing that the
car had flown off the track into the
trees though, we were all pretty
pessimistic about his chances.
As you can imagine, like everyone
else, I guess, we were delighted when
we found out that he had virtually
walked away from the accident - a
very lucky boy indeed!
In
the middle of our meal, the heavens
opened and the rain came down in
torrents. I was pretty
concerned about what might have been
happening during the rain at the
circuit and what I was going to face
as I walked the spectator areas
during the night!
We
made our way back via the Mulsanne
restaurants. On our arrival in
the car park there I was amazed to
find the grass bone dry and no sign
at all of the torrential rain we had
encountered only half an hour's drive
away. Damn good news!
We
all then headed back to the garage
rouge and at about 1 am, I guess, Ian
and the rest left the circuit to go
back to the hotel, leaving just
Pierre and I to enjoy the best part
of the race.
At
about 3 am we heard the news that the
Boutsen Toyota had been taken off at
the Dunlop Curve by the Estoril
Porsche. Bearing in mind that
the sister Brundle car was already in
loads of bother, our hopes of a
Toyota win in 1999 were now looking
pretty remote, with the BMWs running
seemingly without problem at the
front.
Pierre
and I actually spent most of the
night watching from around Tertre
Rouge. Of course, the race ran
for quite a long time under the pace
car after Boutsen's accident.
Unfortunately, Pierre was having
quite a bit of trouble with a dodgy
knee which meant that it really
wasn't possible to wander around the
circuit to the degree I normally
would.
Eventually
as night turned to dawn and then
daylight, we meandered back up to the
Esses and then the Dunlop Chicane,
before heading into the Village and
pausing for breakfast at the Grand
Marnier crepe stall, which was still
going strong!
By 6
am, a number of notable retirements had taken place. The two Toyotas,
of course, one of the Audi R8C's, the Nissan R391, the DAMS Lola, the
Ferrari 333SP and both of the Gache Riley & Scotts. The remaining
Toyota was being pedalled very hard by the three Japanese in chase of
the BMW's (leading one to wonder why they hadn't pushed a bit harder
earlier in the race?)
After
taking some revitalising coffee up at the Dunlop Chicane, Pierre and I
headed out of the circuit to await the arrival of Ian, who was due to
arrive to pick us up at 8.30. We duly met up with him and Robert and
made our way back to Le Grand Lucé for a spot of breakfast.
After
eating and a quick wash and brush up it was time to get back into the
cars for a trip out to Arnage and Indianapolis. It was packed there and
2 of the 3 cars had to park in the overflow car park about 10 minutes
walk away.
While
we were at Arnage we heard of the demise of the leading BMW which had
been 2 laps clear of its sister car. With just 1 lap between that car
and the remaining Toyota, we had a race on our hands again!
After
taking a spot of lunch at Arnage (omelettes for most, merguez for some!)
and undertaking the annual task of working out who owed what to whom, it
was time to make our way back to the garage rouge for the last few hours
of the race.
We
needed to get away from the circuit swiftly after the race to get back
to Le Havre to catch the 10.30 pm ferry back to Portsmouth. So most of
the Tourists hovered around the Dunlop Curve for the end of the race,
ready for the dash to the cars just after 4 pm.
The
race was won by the Winkelhock, Martini and Dalmas BMW, which managed to
keep the all-Japanese Toyota at bay (helped by a puncture to the Toyota
and some slightly dubious driving by the 18 privateer BMW!).
Only
two of the cars travelled back to Le Havre, as Jim (with Richard and
Jeff) were instead catching the ferry at Cherbourg, as Ian hadn't been
able to get all three cars on the boat back from Le Havre.
We
stopped off at Honfleur to eat before finishing our journey to Le Havre,
choosing the same restaurant where we had taken breakfast on the Friday
morning.
It
wasn't long before we were back on the Pride of Portsmouth for the
journey home. I was completely flaked by this time, having not slept
since my 4 or 5 hours sleep on the previous Friday night, so after
picking up one or two bits and pieces in the duty-free shop (including
my annual bottle of calvados!), I headed back to the cabin to get some
sleep. I gather the rest of the lads indulged in a few more beers and
went to bed about 2 am.
Well
that's just about it for Le Mans 1999. We arrived back home at about 7
am, giving me time for another couple of hours sleep before driving back
into town to get my films developed!
For
once, this story actually contains quite a few pictures of the team
members enjoying themselves. If you visited my site expecting to see
lots of photos of cars, my apologies. I think its just as important,
from the memory point of view, to see what the people themselves got up
to! I hope you agree. |