
Magic in France
I will try to paint a picture with words for you. Then leave you with no words and just a lot of pictures to try and describe my week at Le Mans. It’s 7:02 pm on Thursday afternoon, June 13. I have been holding onto my good friend and ace snapper, Camden Thasher’s waist for the last 20 minutes as we trundle out into the French countryside on a scooter. With a track this massive, that uses mostly public roads, you have to drive miles out of the way, to get to where you want. W