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Standing with my binoculars at my camper near the Dunlop bridge. as the distant roar of, Audis, Porches, Vipers, and Ferrari echo through the countryside. They must be coming to the Ford Chicanes. There they are out of the Dunlop Chicane, under the bridge, through the Esses and into Tertre Rouge. They speed past at in a blur on avg of 245 miles per hour. I sit back down grab my beer and smile. 30 min gone and 23 and half hours left. Heaven.