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Day 4, Sunday. Shitty weather. Cold, rain and fog. Settled the hotel bill, drove to the track. New hostess, called herself Joy. Not interested in Danish language. But we talked politely. She wasn’t sure what was expected of her. I told her what the hostess yesterday had done, serving champagne, keeping chips bowl full, arranging lunch. No big deal. She said she could handle that. And I mentioned the 2pm striptease that she would have to do. She looked worried for a second, then laughed, she wasn’t sure she would do that, she said…

I looked at the race for a few hours, in the rain. These cars didn’t back off, they went by fast. I saw two Group C-like cars, same color and shape, race down towards Eau Rouge, the second car was so close it had the front end in under the rear spoiler of the car in front. And the spray made it hard to see anything. Brave guys.

I had track time later, but the parade cars on track that day were all with a pace car in front that (probably quite sensibly) drove very slowly, so I decided to skip it and go home. The forecast said I would have rain all the way, 960 km.