In 2006 we ate in the
centre of the old Le Mans town for the first time, managing to catch the very
tail-end of the driver parade. Last year we went a step further and came into
town to see the entire parade for the first time, after which we again took
dinner in a restaurant in the square opposite the Hotel de Ville. Ian had been
sufficiently impressed by the location and the fare on offer that he had booked
us in again at
Le
Fontainebleau.
So we
headed off to the town knowing that our biggest problem would be to find parking
for five cars this year, with parking spaces being at such a premium on Friday
evening when the town centre is absolutely packed prior to the start of the
parade, the local population swollen by thousands of race fans eager to catch a
glimpse and maybe even an autograph of their heroes. John, Mark, Allon and I
were extremely lucky as a car pulled out of a car park right in front of us.
Ian also found a spot just up the road and eventually Nick bagged a place,
squeezing his BMW into a nearby spot. We waited a while for Martyn and Jeremy
and I called him just before 5 pm, but in the end we just assumed they had
managed to get parked somewhere and we would catch up with them later.
So the
occupants of the three successfully parked cars wandered off down the road, the
obvious objective being to find ourselves a suitable spot from which to watch
the parade, however, almost without realising it, we found ourselves alongside
what was clearly the ‘collecting area’ for the vintage cars that would carry the
drivers on their trip around the town. As the drivers began to arrive, we were
able to photograph the early birds, such a Yojiro Terada, making his 29th
race start and David Brabham who was looking to repeat his GT1 success with
Aston Martin in the DBR9.
As the
clock ticked on towards the formal start of the parade at 6 pm, drivers started
to arrive from all directions including the entire Audi crew walking across the
road behind me. But the funniest moment for me was when Stefan Johansson walked
across the road with one of his team mates. I heard him say very clearly. ‘I
wonder what pile of crap they’ll put us in this year?!’
As the
others wandered off to try and find a vantage-point for the parade, I could see
it was pretty pointless as the crowds were already 5 or 6 deep and all the best
spots from which to watch and tale photographs were already long gone. So I
decided to hang around the area in which the drivers continued to congregate.
In fact, the parade seemed very slow to get under way, giving me that much extra
time to pick out some well-known faces. So I had a very enjoyable time snapping
away, taking dozens of photographs, the best of which you see here. But there
was one Tourist who just had to go one better……
I had lost
sight of Ian not long after we arrived at the collection area. I’d seen him
hovering around the entrance, which was heavily protected by the hired security,
but suddenly I saw him inside the collection area, eagerly snapping the
drivers at close range! When we met up again afterwards, Ian sheepishly
explained that he had just ‘walked in’, apparently having been mistaken for a
team owner! So there you have it, the Tourists answer to Hugh Chamberlain!
We
continued to watch as the drivers moved off on the parade but it did seem
painfully slow and when I took my last shot it was already 7 pm and there were a
lot of drivers still sitting in the cars in the collection area waiting to set
off. By this time the 15 Tourists were spread all around the town, although I
had sight most of the time of Nick – and Ian, of course.
We were
due to be at the restaurant around 7.45 I believe and we therefore needed to
make tracks there, so Nick, Allon and I eventually succeeded in dragging Ian
away from his ‘team’ and headed up into the old town where we met up with Alan,
Jeff and some of the others at the inevitable bar! In fact, I was very grateful
at this point as approaching the centre of the town from this direction avoided
the walk up the steep steps we had to make last year, which nearly finished me
off!
A pastis later and we were back walking through the familiar streets to
the restaurant where we were met shortly by Martyn and Jeremy’s groups, who had
watched the parade from the same place as last year.
We enjoyed
an excellent meal that evening and I had a far nicer time than at this point
last year when I wasn’t feeling too bright. The foie gras was good as was the
beef and the crème brulée rounded it all off nicely. In fact, I didn’t realise
until later that we must have eaten a couple of restaurants up from Radio Le
Mans’ John Hindhaugh as particular reference to taking dinner with the Hawaiian
Tropic girls was mentioned in the commentary the next day, and we certainly saw
them arriving for dinner!
The meal was over and at around
10.45 it was time to head back to the cars and to make our way to Le Grand Lucé
and Le Cheval Blanc for the first time in 2008. All was quiet when we
arrived and the ritualistic sharing out of rooms began…… The process ended up
with Allon and I sharing the bunk bed (although I’m not sure that Allon was
ultimately all that comfortable at the prospect of me in the top bunk!) with
Martyn in the main double. And so it was to sleep with the 24 Heures du Mans to
come tomorrow.
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