And so, after another ferry ride, a brief side trip through the Utah Beach battlefield and the beaches of Normandy, we made it to our final goal, the 24 Hours of Le Mans. There were 250,000 people there this year. If you really want to see the race I suggest you spend some serious money and get several grandstand seats in different areas or, better yet, stay home and watch it on TV with the recorder on. That said, it's great to be there, the atmosphere if electric, and everyone I saw was smiling. We met Eric and his friend from Amsterdam at the Corvette display. Eric is building a 55 Chev Nomad out of a regular 55 station wagon. He also has a 50 Buick and a Nash Metropolitan. Can you imagine the problems of getting hot-rod parts in Holland? He had pictures on his phone and his stuff looks very professional. I gave him a card and I hope he gets in touch. He would love to see some of the La Carrera Panamericana stuff from Mexico. What's for breakfast? Grand Marnier Crepes. You can see why the Brits hate the French. They're jealous of the French food and the French roads. After a week and a half in the British Isles I’m ready to start a Society for the prevention of Battered Cod. And driving in southern England is awful. There's so much traffic and so many speed cameras it’s a nightmare. We were speaking to an English couple in Le Mans and they said, "We were driving along yesterday (in France) and we were the only car in sight on the road." They said it with such a sense of wonder you could tell it had never happened to them in England.