We stayed at the track at Le Mans until well past 10 PM Saturday. By then the race was only into it’s 7th hour. An Audi was leading with a trail of Peugeots in hot pursuit. The rivalry was still alive. We were safely in the Aston Martin hospitality center, finding ways to acclimate to the continuous din of cars passing just outside it’s doors. I found that a glass of wine or two helped settle the nerves while Louise chose constant conversation as her remedy. It was well past midnight when we crawled under the feather cover of our comfortable bed at Le Tertre.
Sunday morning dawned bright and clear. I spent a few minutes wiping the morning dew from the MG and got the weather report from our hostess, Corinne. “Possible rain” she said as we drove down the gravel driveway. During the 16 mile drive the wispy little clouds knitted themselves into a grey blanket overhead and darker clouds to the west seemed ominous to me. Now for a decision. Top up or top down? Read more
