Aysedasi's Le Mans

Le Mans 2017 - Ayse's Story

Page 12 - A Meeting?  What a Novel Idea!

Saturday 17th June

So after a reasonably early night it was inevitable that I would wake up early on the morning of my 32nd Le Mans race.  I was awake at 6 am but slept on until 7 when I got up.  I knew I would need a decent amount of time this morning to set out my camera gear and the clothes that I wanted to put in the car in case it turned out cold overnight.  It goes without saying almost that the weather was superb yet again and there seemed little chance of any ran during the race.  But I'd been lulled into a false sense of security several times before so I wasn't taking any chances and packed my waterproof and thermal coat, thermal long-johns, a jumper and extra socks, so I was completely prepared. 

But it was as I joined Tony and Allon outside that I discovered that we had a serious problem - James had lost his wallet.  Not only did his wallet contain his cash and cards, but also his entry and grandstand tickets.  James had obviously had it at Del Arte the night before so his first thought was that he may have left it there.  He assured us that he had searched his room, his bags and his clothes as well as his car thoroughly with no trace of the errant wallet.  He tried to call the restaurant with no success so as time was now pressing on, Allon and I squeezed into Tony's Brera and made our way to the circuit, while James went back to Del Arte to see if there was anyone there who could check for his missing wallet. Fortunately his Parking Blanc ticket was still in his car so at least he could get parked, even if it meant that he would have to buy another entry ticket. 

The journey into the circuit was pretty slow this year and the road leading down to the main entrance was jammed solid, but eventually we arrived in the car park at 11.10.  As we were standing there, having only just got out of the car and beginning to make decisions about what to take with us, we were amazed to see James' black Laguna come through the entrance.  It turned out that he had no luck at Del Arte so he went back to the hotel for one last check of his stuff and found the wallet in the pocket of his jeans - where it had been all the time!  He was understandably a little sheepish about it, but we were all as pleased as he was, a case of all's well that ends well.  I should have taken a photograph of his 'Bob Wollek' (as my wallets have rather bizarrely been known for many years) for posterity! 

So with something of a spring in our collective step, we parked up (for the second year running we had no interlopers in our spaces), and headed into the circuit with the rest of the crowd, which was building significantly.  As we were a bit later in than usual we decided to make our way straight to the Village for the annual Ten Tenths meeting, arriving there at about 11.40.  For the first time in my memory we were the first to arrive in our designated meeting place, but were soon joined by Victor and Robert.  Christopher and Mathias soon arrived along with Simon and Helen.

It was a very good turnout and Pascal was there once again with his table with foie gras and other goodies.  Eric was there as well of course, with Bernard and Dominique, all regulars over many years of Tenths meetings.  Other names I can recall (aided by my photographs), in no particular order were Sean, Guy, Dani, Renee, Scott, Kenn and his son, Walter and Ton, Nobby and ATLFalconsFan along with Sam Collins from Race Car Engineering and Radio Le Mans fame.  For most of us this was our first get together since the same time last year although I had bumped into one of two Tenthers at Silverstone in April and we met Eric of course earlier in the week.  It was, as always, and excellent meeting with plenty of food (I even took one of Jayne's famous lemon drizzle cakes!) and a positively bewildering variety of beers, wines and spirits.  I took a few photographs of individuals and small groups chatting but as is always the way people soon began to drift off either to their grandstand seats or to find suitable spots to catch the start of the race.

So it was time to organize the annual Ten Tenths meeting photographs.  I took some as did Bernard.  In fact we had already had our picture taken while the meeting was still in full swing.  Our group had attracted the attention of a journalist from the local paper Ouest France who was taking photographs of interest around the circuit.  She was taken by the story of our meeting and took some photographs of the group, which we naturally hoped would see the light of day in the paper in due course.

(And we did!)

The time was rapidly approaching 1 pm and bearing in mind that we had much further to go to our seats and needed to buy some food to eat later, we said our farewells to the remaining Tenthers and made our way to the underpass and then behind the grandstands to find our seats in Raccordement.