Regulars in the Spa Six Hours since 2004, 'Team Frankel' was once again at the Ardennes rollercoaster with its faithful Ford Falcon. Andrew Frankel recounts the ride in today's Great Read
A tap on the shoulder, nothing more. I opened an eye, which even through its blear could see a large white Ford Falcon parked outside the pit garage. Panic.
Where did the time go? I like a snooze before a stint but how did I oversleep this much? Why didn't someone kick me from my stupor when they gave Louis the 'In' board? Or if they were feeling kind, a lap earlier? Above all, why is there still daylight? Realisation. The Falcon is not meant to be there. Louis has brought it in early. Something's wrong. And now, an all too familiar feeling. It is over before it even started.
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