In the new issue of C&SC there is a fantastically evocative scrapbook of pictures from the back pages of the Hotel de France. I was mesmerised by these candid shots from the moment I first saw them. Well who wouldn't be when you see Astons casually parked up outside the hotel (above) or a 917 setting out from La Chartre-sur-le-Loir's Place de la République in 1970 to drive the 40km to Le Mans on public roads?
Anyway, I am a bit of a nerd about Le Mans, especially British involvement in it, and in particular precisely the sort of motor sport that these pictures illustrate. Regardless of the size of the team, drive down to La Sarthe, stay somewhere en equipe, drive to the circuit, do the race, have a party and then drive home again.
The appeal is that that era was when even the motor manufacturers indulged themselves in motor sport in the exactly the same fashion as clubmen, albeit it on a slightly different scale. Hotel instead of tent, a mechanic instead of a toolbox.
Le Mans and motor sport generally aren't like that anymore, the onslaught of professionalism means that cars are hidden away in closed paddocks rather than parked in town squares. Meanwhile, drivers isolate themselves in luxury trailers getting in the zone rather than playing cards with their peers and larking around.