PH Visits The Le Mans Classic
RacingPete and Garlick head to France in a 1989 E30 M3
With memories of the Goodwood Festival of Speed fresh in our minds, PH colleague RacingPete and I prepared to leave home again last Thursday for another weekend of car-related fun. We were heading over to Le Mans for the Classic to see how the biennial event compares to the yearly 24 hour race. As 'Classic virgins' we had no idea what to expect, but friends had told us that it was well worth the trip - all the excuse we needed.
We had already asked the good people at BMW UK if we could borrow a classic car to really get into the spirit of the event, and to our amazement they first agreed to lend us a 1976 3.0 CSL. Rather selfishly, it decided to have a 'malfunction' a day or two before we were due to leave but a 1989 E30 M3 was offered as a more than capable replacement. As courtesy cars go, it wasn't bad at all.
The E30 is a legend to most of us here on PH, with the four-cylinder M3 being the champion of them all. Arriving to collect 'MIB', the compact exterior dimensions were immediately striking, despite the wide blistered arches.
Glancing over the spec (or lack of it) highlighted just how overweight, over-equipped and bloated modern performance cars have become. No air con, no radio, lightweight rear body panels (on this Ravaglia special edition), reduced sized fuel tank, dual rear spoiler, bespoke seat cloth and dog-leg gearbox ensure that you know this is a car with intent. Left hand drive makes it feel even more exotic, as BMW made so few it wasn't worth their while making a right hand drive version, another detail that seems lost today.
If we're honest, neither Pete nor I were impressed with the car after our first steers behind the wheel. 215bhp is not a lot these days, and I guess that we have been spoilt with the power offered by cars we drive on a regular basis. A modern family diesel hatch could keep pace with the E30 in terms of acceleration and cruising speed, the four cylinder engine is far from smooth and to get the most out of it you need to keep the revs high, and the gear changes frequent. However, the longer you spend with the car the more it makes sense. Work the gear box, exploit the handling, accelerate to the redline and revel in the braking capabilities to get the most from this M car.
If you don't treat it like a fragile museum piece, but drive it hard, the M3 wakes up and responds. Forget using torque as it doesn't have any, tune your ears to ignore the harsh noise from the high-revving engine and wrestle the notchy gearshift to take it to 7,000 rpm. Only then will you realise why this car has such legendary status as all of a sudden it starts to make sense. Each shift brings more 'on-cam' power and the fantastic chassis means that traction is there in abundance. You learn to appreciate the heritage associated with the car, and judging by the amount of people who came to take a look at it on the Maison Blanch campsite, it is a car that is admired by many.
As for Le Mans itself? The Classic is a serene and rather gentlemanly event. You don't get the 'party' atmosphere of the 24, you don't get the traffic around the circuit, there are no fun fairs and the campsites are quiet by midnight with no blasting music or fireworks. Everyone is there for the cars, and as such you find yourself sharing a cup of coffee with your camp site neighbour as you admire the cars parked alongside the other tents just as much as those on the track, discussing the finer points of vehicle styling rather than nursing the hangover from hell.
At the circuit you mingle amongst the cars as the mechanics get them ready for the racing, you watch as vintage racers lap for an hour or two only to be replaced by voilent sounding BMW M1 and AC Cobra racers shortly after. You try to mentally calculate the value of the pitlane as priceless cars are prepared to be used as they were intended to be, and you are taken back to a better time as you watch period support vehicles and drivers dressed in the correct attire mooching around the paddock. Forget whisper quiet diesels, the classic is about ear-bleedingly loud petrol powered monsters that command respect. Feeling them vibrate your tent as they pass is exciting enough, what it must be like to drive them around the dark circuit is beyond comprehension.
The E30 BMW M3 harks back to a better time. A time where driving mattered more than the trim level or pedestrian safety. It didn't care for MPG figures, BMW just wanted you to drive it like you stole it as anything less was doing it a disservice. It was built for those that understood, and who were prepared to pay more for the ultimate experience. These are attributes it shares with the Le Mans Classic. If you truly undertstand great cars, if you appreciate seeing the best machinery being used as intended and if you are happy with the bare minimum of extras and can live without the unneccesary additions of fun fairs, burger vans, lager swilling men and pounding music then you'll enjoy the classic, and we think that you would enjoy the E30 too.
A big thank you to all of the PHers we met along the way, you know who you are and you certainly helped to make our trip a whole lot more enjoyable!
The cars sounded fantastic through the radio, I guess it was even better live.
Great write up, great pics
4am 1971 - 1979 cars starting was just phenomenally loud.
PS take a sun shower if you're in Bleu Nord campsite...
High points:
Storming down to Le Mans chasing a GT40 and a well prepared 65 Mustang… trying to put on a charge on an E55 AMG Kompressor thingy… which was silly quick for such a big car. Camping with friends, lots of classic cars, sitting at night watching the cars through Indianapolis and Arnarge. Parade laps and having a go myself! Unforgettable. Last but not least a complete stranger loaning me 45 euros to pay the police.
Low Points
Heat, Le Mans dust, warm drinks, Calais Police tax and a dodgy starter motor.
I’ll need two years to recover… maybe my last trip to Le Mans in a sports car… I am going to take a motorhome or camper van next time
We passed the car on the way home, and snapped the pic you see here as we were confused by the 10 plate. A while later we came across it in the queue for the ferry as I was about to board, Pete jumped out and spoke to the driver but only had a minute as I was being asked to get the M3 on the boat and we had to go. Both cars ended up on different levels and we never saw it, or the driver again.
All we did learn was that the car was unused and unregistered for 7 years, until this chap recently bought it and registered it for the first time, hence the late reg number.
We passed the car on the way home, and snapped the pic you see here as we were confused by the 10 plate. A while later we came across it in the queue for the ferry as I was about to board, Pete jumped out and spoke to the driver but only had a minute as I was being asked to get the M3 on the boat and we had to go. Both cars ended up on different levels and we never saw it, or the driver again.
All we did learn was that the car was unused and unregistered for 7 years, until this chap recently bought it and registered it for the first time, hence the late reg number.
Though the Lambo was built in 2001 where it was kept till they registered it this year remains a mystery. I did look for the driver on the ferry but couldn't see him or the car, I am hoping he turns up on PH soon as I bet it is a good story.
That said, any disappointment on the facilities front was more than off set by the fantastic, relaxed atmosphere. It seemed that everybody there were genuine enthusiasts with a mutual appreciation of everything that makes certain cars so desireable, regardless of vintage.
A wander around the campsites and car parks can be just as enthralling as the paddock area. Automotive pornography at every turn. I was particularly taken by the gorgeous little metallic blue Alpine A110...
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