3,251 miles in 64 hours?Journeys don't get more epic than this
With just a week to go before the 88th running of the 24 Hours of Le Mans, we look back to our own epic endurance test, and remind ourselves of the su
This year, the 24 Hours of Le Mans will take place over the weekend of 19/20 September, rather than its traditional midsummer slot in June. And it’s set to be a huge test of autumnal endurance.
Racing later in the year poses extra challenges for the teams and drivers. There will be fewer daylight hours, more time spent driving through darkness, lower track temperatures and potentially unfriendly weather. And if the sun does shine, it’ll be lower in the sky, beaming right into the drivers’ eyes.
For the Porsche GT Works team, this is what round-the-clock racing is all about – no matter what the time of year. But what does it really take to keep the wheels turning – and your wits about you – for 24 long, arduous hours?
Three years ago, Porsche embarked on a mission to find out. The idea was simple: to travel the distance covered by the race-winning Porsche 919 Hybrid during the 24-Hours of Le Mans in 2016. That’s a remarkable 5,233km (3,251 miles), or 384 laps of the famous old circuit.
Incredibly, that’s the equivalent of driving from deep inside the Arctic Circle, all the way to Tarifa in Spain – the most southerly point in mainland Europe.
So that’s exactly what we did – a non-stop, cross-continental journey, in a fleet of Porsche road cars driven by teams of journalists. In just three-and-a-half days. We called it Le Mans Unravelled. And – as we look forward to this year’s race – here’s a behind-the-scenes look at how we did it…
DAY 1 – Norway, Sweden
We began in the icy fishing port of Bodø in Norway, five hours inside the Arctic Circle. Parked up outside the hotel were a Porsche 718 Cayman S, 718 Boxster S, 911 Turbo S, Macan GTS, Cayenne E-Hybrid, Panamera 4S Executive and a 918 Spyder. Plus an additional Cayenne and Macan to carry the film and production crew.
Oh, and two tour buses. Just like the ones rock stars use. They were our sleeping quarters; mobile hotels following the convoy. The journalists drove during the day, while a team of support drivers – stationed along the route – did the night-time legs. So, just like at Le Mans, while some drivers slept, others kept the show on the road.
This was May, but with temperatures still well below zero, we set off into Scandinavia, through pine forests, alongside frozen lakes – dodging the odd road-going reindeer – and toward our first driver swap near Stockholm, well after sunset.
DAY 2 – Denmark, Germany, Netherlands, Belgium
Back in the cars after our first night on the coaches, and still in Sweden (it’s a looooong country), we finally crossed the astonishingly engineered, 16km Øresund Bridge at sunrise, and whizzed across Denmark to make our ferry to Germany – quicker than crossing the land border. Ahead of us lay a day of autobahns, where – on the stretches without speed limits – you could almost imagine being on the Mulsanne Straight itself; the world smudging past the windows.
Entering the Netherlands we were still only halfway to Tarifa, so we pushed on until boarding the buses in Belgium. Did you know that during a 24-hour race, it’s not unusual for a driver to lose 3kg in bodyweight? Not us. We had pizza.
DAY 3 – France, Spain
We awoke, as you do, in Le Mans. Much of the Circuit de la Sarthe is made up of public roads, including the 6km (3.7-mile) Mulsanne Straight – or the D338 as it’s known on a Monday morning. So we drove down it (no need to imagine now) turned hard-right at the end, carried on through Indianapolis, Arnage and towards the Porsche Curves.
Best of all, we were let onto the pit straight (on the closed part of the track) to recreate an old-fashioned, Le Mans-style start – sprinting to our cars parked across the track… before being allowed a full lap. All before breakfast.
Skip forward 12 hours or so, and we found ourselves in Spain, at Motorland Aragón, where the darkness was pierced by the laser lights of the Porsche 919 Hybrid in the midst of a 36-hour test, in preparation for that year’s big race. What a day.
DAY 4 – Tarifa
We awoke again, as you do, in the middle of a blowout. One of the coaches had a puncture, bringing us to a grinding halt at the side of the road. It was our only mishap of the entire trip, and just as the finishing line came into sight. As a metaphor for the anguish of endurance racing, you couldn’t make it up.
So, squeezing everyone onto the remaining bus, then transferring to the cars, we cruised the last 100 miles to Tarifa; the Mediterranean glinting away to our left. On the other side: Morocco and the Atlas mountains, just visible through the haze. Beyond those, the Sahara Desert.
And that was that. From sub-zero Scandinavia to the Spanish sunshine in just a few days. Over 5,233km. Sixteen fuel stops. Six driver swaps. Eight countries. And just nine minutes behind schedule.
That year, the Porsche 919 Hyrbid won the 24 Hours of Le Mans again – the 19th overall win for Porsche in the world’s toughest endurance race. Crossing the line took a split second. But it wouldn’t have happened without 23 hours, 59 minutes and 59.9 seconds of superhuman effort before that. As they say in racing: to finish first, first you have to finish.
Even if it’s on a bus.