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Larry  Basil  Si  Sonic
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Nice to see I still have some clout, I even get a mention on your "fuck off you're not coming list" If you have managed to get a place fantastic! I see , with appaling longing, that 3 quarters of last year's trip are going. I will miss the festivities soooooo much .......picking the winners on the train ......Gay Belgian Ferrari owners wolf whistling the local boys......and that Markos !!! ............The supermarket trolley beer beer crisps and a football .......leading to drunken campsite football........... And of course, the unforgettable first night........the first smell, the first look at Le Mans start finish straight........Simon coming down that bank.......16 1/2 stone of Cheshire's finest, traveling at 20mph on a collision course with a 80 year old Frenchman...how he missed I do not know. Blood all over his face and knee he turns around to me and says "why didn't you tell me there was a three foot wall at the bottom of the bank?", "Well I did shout, but that 200mph V12 BMW may have won the sound battle".

Then there was the straight in to Indianapolis.......a crown of 400 goading drunken petrol heads.......10 litres of red wine fuelling our happy four man unit....later to be joined by Bernhard and friend....... Ferraris.... Porsches....Lambos....Roller Corniche?.... now that was fun .....and then came the stars of the show. A donuting fireblade.....astride it??...some mental Frenchman..probably wanted to scare the hell out of us any way. The Subaru Impreza....each time it came back to the line after a pretty snappy handbrake turn.....everyone cheering....the delighted faces of driver and passengers....the engine slowy devoling from a roaring gurgling V6 in to probably no more than a V2 and a half......by the end it sounded like a metro automatic....still went allright mind......and ofcourse the Nissan Skyline GTR....every single one of the 400 momentarily snapped out of their drunken haze.....suddenly sobbered by this truly awe-onspiring spectacle......there was no squeeling.....there was no gagging smell of rotting clutch............."3...2.....1....Gooooow!"...a tiny, just audable....."eee".....and it...was...gone. The best bit of the whole weekend? Well, historically England beating West Germany of course but, no matter how hard you try, you cannot prepare yourself for Mulsanne at night..........

  Dan....