My wife and I are in the process of organising our trip overseas next year. At the risk of sounding extremely selfish, my main reason for the trip is to go to the Le Mans 24 hour race, and go off and do a few other things after. Her priority is certainly not to see the greatest motor race in the world but to do the tourist thing and check out the rest of France, U.K. and whatever else we can fit into a 4 or 5 week time frame. Whereas I am getting all excited about Porsche’s return to LMP1 racing next year and the upcoming battle with Audi, Toyota and whoever else fronts up in P1 next year, she couldn’t care less. Hell, she doesn’t even know who Tom Kristensen is! While we are keen to pack as much in as we can, it’s already obvious that this trip will more than likely be a toe in the water for something more later. When we initially discussed ideas and what we each had on our own “to do’ lists, it was painfully obvious that we both had completely different ideas. My list had the LM24, the Porsche museum, a visit to the Nurburgring etc, hers was more along the lines of culural, touristy stuff. She took one look at mine and wrote in “divorce” at the bottom. I had even gone to the trouble of checking train times, distances, accomadation etc to check out the logistics. All to no avail. She has declared that, in the interests of marital harmony, she will make the huge sacrifice and spend four days at Le Mans. That’s it! Never mind, it looks like Le Mans will be it, this time around, anyway.