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Incredible how times change, I went to the 24 several years running in the '90's and early 20's. At one event I think possibly 1999 I was on my own for race day leaving my wife at the campsite 15 miles away and I drove up to the Porsche curves at 5:30am before the gendarmerie turned up, dumped the car on the grass verge and climbed over the fence with my chair and survival bag and clambered up to the banking to be joined later by a handful of campers who had wandered up the banking from their campsite. No more than a handful of us there all day, the downside being no facilities whatsoever! but a plenty of food, water, an umbrella and a loo roll with me! Happy days!
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