Racing Nightmare

Racing Nightmare - Racing Daydreams by Colin Johnston

Today – June 11th – is the anniversary of the tragedy at the 1955 24 Heures du Mans.

What is there left to say?

Two thoughts… rather one thought, and a plea.

When I consider Pierre ‘Levegh’ on W196S #0006/55 I remember first the gesture to Fangio.

A hand signal. Warning of the danger.

A moving recognition of finality, perhaps on par with Donald Campbell’s last, “I’m going…”.

Levegh Crashes, 1955 24 Heures du Mans - Racing Daydreams by Colin Johnston
Levegh Crashes, 1955 24 Heures du Mans

My plea is to not only think of the 83+ dead, but also of those they left… and those who were witness. Hundreds if not thousands of people, broken… by our sport.

View from the grandstand, 1955 24 Heures du Mans - Racing Daydreams by Colin Johnston
View from the grandstand, 1955 24 Heures du Mans

If you wish to learn more, I would recommend the following documentary:

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