Leaving Dover. They still have some normal cars here. |
In France, that's better. But Ferrari's are sooo common, darling. |
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The car in front is not a Toyota |
A few hours further, and another fuel stop (of sorts) in Brionne |
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It is I, Leclerc! |
Meanwhile, down at the campsite, these guys were just everywhere |
It's a bit like Tremors, but with sausages |
But anyway. A Mitsubishi Paris-Dakar type jobby. |
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Peugeot's new 12 cylinder shopping runabout |
A Corvette without clothes. How rude. |
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This is more like it. Tasty Aston Martin. |
Or have they just raided the self-adhesive "tuning" section at Halfords? |
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You can have any car you like, so long as it's a silver Audi |
Open day at the pit lane: popular. |
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The Kwik Fit work experience lads were easily confused |
Yeah, this one's blown a valve seal, mate. Err, or was it that one? |
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So it can play music, send texts, watch movies, but it can't finish a 24hr race for toffee! |
Meanwhile, down at the campsite, Johan kept faithful watch. For crickets. Probably. |
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Our camping neighbours. Later joined by Porsche, Ascari, Aston Martin. But their tents were rubbish! |
And so into Le Mans town centre "to watch the parade" |
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When autofocus goes wrong |
About as close as we got to the parade |
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Man make tent, man make automobile, man build fire |
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Bread and cheese for breakfast? Erm, maybe just bread then. |
Sausagehenge |
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It's the rozzers after Jon again |
But before the main race - the classic race |
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Fighting the steering |
These guys kicked classic arse |
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Maybe he does, but it was nice of him to bring a refrigerated beer truck from Denmark |
Why, hello to you |
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Hmmm, anything eh? |
D'oh! They've started! |
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Do try to put your foot down, old boy |
United Astons |
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Bling wheels |
Porsche engages hyperdrive to stay ahead of Ferrari |
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The one and only sparkling TVR |
You can have the place back when we're finished |
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And lo there was darkness |
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Stare at the lights, get streaky retinas |
Seriously blurry funfair and grandstands |
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Audi R8 3 cruising its way to overall victory |
Corvette 64 blatting its way to GT1 class victory using only low frequency sonic blast waves from the exhaust |
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Ooooh. Aaaaah. |
But you'd get an Asbo for doing this at 2am in the UK |
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Raspy Ferrari's getting blurrier - must be time for some sleep |
And lo there was light. Start/finish straight and grandstands. |
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Looking back to the Dunlop Bridge. |
550 Maranello on its way to 13th |
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The TVR still lives! Placed 26th from 27 finishers |
Wait for all 3 shift lights at 450rpm |
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Note to Aston Martin: Tap the fuel gauge occasionally next time |
Take away the fence and this photo is a triumph I tell you! |
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Meanwhile, down at the campsite, it was time for us to leave |
Arse! |
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In the shade, scorchio! |
In the sun, SCORCHIO! |
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Jon looks to progress the pace just before our solo breakaway. Well, we only picked up a 90 euro fine. Although that was going slowly. Ahem. |
Proper food for a change at the end the journey |
Trying out Stephen's compact and bijou Caterham |
Hey, nice Pantera. Now where's that ferry...? |