PRIVATE WHITE AT LE MANS 24HR.

PRIVATE WHITE AT LE MANS 24HR..

PRIVATE WHITE AT LE MANS 24HR..

The 24 Hours of Le Mans. One of the toughest and most iconic races in the calendar. A cult-mecca for petrol heads, the race occurs only once a year, and closes down the sleepy little town of Le Mans, some 200km West of Paris. Thursday morning. It’s a miserable, cold and rainy day as I arrive in Slough, HQ to Ferrari North Europe. I’m wearing my Olive Private White V.C. Desert Jacket, perfect for layering up on a cold morning without adding bulk, and I’m here to collect the first car we’ll be driving over the next couple of days - the Ferrari Portofino. It’s a looker too! Certainly brightens the morning, finished in the optional ‘Rosso Portofino’ and standing out against the bleak Trading Estate grey.

We’re convoying down to Le Mans in true Italian style, six of us - and I’m keen to share my British roots on the journey, emphasised by a Private
White V.C. wardrobe choice. It’s around 400km to our final destination, and we’ve got a long way to go, so fortunately the company I’m keeping understands my humour!

Now we’re in the only convertible here, and it’s one of three cars we’ll be driving on this 5 day trip. Bad news for us, we picked the wettest day of all. Still, it’s a refined cruiser, and the newest in the Ferrari range - and listening to Oasis’ Greatest Hits play out worked well to get in the Manchester mindset as we tore up the asphalt en route to our final destination remaining cool in the unlined Private White V.C. Desert Jacket.

Many hours and several fuel stops later, we had arrived. Château RiveSarthe. Set deep in its own tree-lined estate on the river Sarthe, our home for the next 4 nights. Quite a spectacle too with 6 Ferrari’s doing their thing against this palatial French Castle. The race itself starts at 3pm on the Saturday, and finishes 3pm the following day. Quite a surreal experience really, as the track never sleeps.

The fans are here for the long-haul, wanting to extract every ounce of excitement from the 24 hour race, and its balmy here too. The clouds are threatening rain, whilst the heat from the packed grid is causing the air temperature to rise significantly. I’ve opted for the Navy Private White V.C Ventile Harrington as a lightweight, wind and rain proof jacket - perfect therefore for wandering around the paddock and surrounding areas in comfort as the sun sets over the famous ferris wheel.

The early hours of Sunday morning, we decide to head out of the track and over to visit the iconic Hotel de France around 45 minutes away from the action at Le Mans. Made famous by the Aston Martin team back in Stirling Moss’ day, it’s seen it’s fair share of automotive legend, but today it’s experiencing the 488 Pista, and 812 Superfast. Still in my Ventile Harrington, I’m now driving the fastest, loudest and most aptly named car in Ferrari’s line up. The 812 Superfast, and yes it is Super fast! 800bhp, rear wheel drive and a glorious naturally aspirated V12 propels this thing off the lights and onto 62mph in 2.9 secs, and you’ve got to keep your cool to control those rampant Italian ponies! The Le Mans weekend really is something to experience once in your life.

Amongst the hoards of campers, hospitality dwellers and drivers, it’s a carnival of the highest order. From the day we arrived, you travel light (the desert jacket essential for this!), walk hundreds of miles and live in a 24 hour bubble that leaves you in a daze for the next 48 hours. The teams race here and then go straight to another race weekend. Me, I need a lie down and good hearty Roast dinner! For now though, I’ll be driving the 812 Superfast back to Britain keeping my cool in Private White V.C, and listing to the Gallagher brothers in the prime!

The Gentleman Racer

PRIVATE WHITE AT LE MANS 24HR..

The 24 Hours of Le Mans. One of the toughest and most iconic races in the calendar. A cult-mecca for petrol heads, the race occurs only once a year, and closes down the sleepy little town of Le Mans, some 200km West of Paris. Thursday morning. It’s a miserable, cold and rainy day as I arrive in Slough, HQ to Ferrari North Europe. I’m wearing my Olive Private White V.C. Desert Jacket, perfect for layering up on a cold morning without adding bulk, and I’m here to collect the first car we’ll be driving over the next couple of days - the Ferrari Portofino. It’s a looker too! Certainly brightens the morning, finished in the optional
‘Rosso Portofino’ and standing out against the bleak Trading Estate grey.

We’re convoying down to Le Mans in true Italian style, six of us - and I’m keen to share my British roots on the journey, emphasised by a Private
White V.C. wardrobe choice. It’s around 400km to our final destination, and we’ve got a long way to go, so fortunately the company I’m keeping understands my humour!

Now we’re in the only convertible here, and it’s one of three cars we’ll be driving on this 5 day trip. Bad news for us, we picked the wettest day of all. Still, it’s a refined cruiser, and the newest in the Ferrari range - and listening to Oasis’ Greatest Hits play out worked well to get in the Manchester mindset as we tore up the asphalt en route to our final destination remaining cool in the unlined Private White V.C. Desert Jacket.

Many hours and several fuel stops later, we had arrived. Château RiveSarthe. Set deep in its own tree-lined estate on the river Sarthe, our home for the next 4 nights. Quite a spectacle too with 6 Ferrari’s doing their thing against this palatial French Castle. The race itself starts at 3pm on the Saturday, and finishes 3pm the following day. Quite a surreal experience really, as the track never sleeps.

The fans are here for the long-haul, wanting to extract every ounce of excitement from the 24 hour race, and its balmy here too. The clouds are threatening rain, whilst the heat from the packed grid is causing the air temperature to rise significantly. I’ve opted for the Navy Private White V.C Ventile Harrington as a lightweight, wind and rain proof jacket - perfect therefore for wandering around the paddock and surrounding areas in comfort as the sun sets over the famous ferris wheel.

The early hours of Sunday morning, we decide to head out of the track and over to visit the iconic Hotel de France around 45 minutes away from the action at Le Mans. Made famous by the Aston Martin team back in Stirling Moss’ day, it’s seen it’s fair share of automotive legend, but today it’s experiencing the 488 Pista, and 812 Superfast. Still in my Ventile Harrington, I’m now driving the fastest, loudest and most aptly named car in Ferrari’s line up. The 812 Superfast, and yes it is Super fast! 800bhp, rear wheel drive and a glorious naturally aspirated V12 propels this thing off the lights and onto 62mph in 2.9 secs, and you’ve got to keep your cool to control those rampant Italian ponies! The Le Mans weekend really is something to experience once in your life.

Amongst the hoards of campers, hospitality dwellers and drivers, it’s a carnival of the highest order. From the day we arrived, you travel light (the desert jacket essential for this!), walk hundreds of miles and live in a 24 hour bubble that leaves you in a daze for the next 48 hours. The teams race here and then go straight to another race weekend. Me, I need a lie down and good hearty Roast dinner! For now though, I’ll be driving the 812 Superfast back to Britain keeping my cool in Private White V.C, and listing to the Gallagher brothers in the prime!

The Gentleman Racer