Uh-oh. I had the last sighting too. Just returned from running the Ford GT 40 in the historic Zugspitz-Cup race, a regularity run up a 2.6 km overall 12% grade (but some parts very, very steep) on the highest mountain in the German Alps. This was the first time it's been run since the War--it started in 1928. Weather: absolutely glorious golden top-down snow-capped fall-colour crisp. Three Pagodas showed up, one an early 230, the other two both 1970 280s. One particularly fetching blue model driven by a "mature" man who was so bent over it didn't look as if he could drive. His daughter served as co-pilot/timekeeper and they didn't do too badly.
They put us in first position, probably to announce that this was a RACE (the 40 being a rather seriously sexy number and screaming red). Over 10,000 people lined the roads, dotted the forest, camped in the meadows. I don't know how they got insurance. As we roared up the hill, people snapped billions of pix and waved thumbs-up. With 140 cars divided into 2 groups, we formed an almost constant parade through the tiny mountain village of Grainau. People were really, really jazzed.
Practice started with a bang, when the ugly souped-up Beetle driven by an idiot lost control, crashed just before the finish line and burst into flames. During the first run a 911 bounced off the guard rail on the steepest tightest curve. The next day another 911 was jockying with an E Type and went underneath the bent-up railing and into the forest. The one-legged driver walked away. There was also a Lola driven by a youngish man who had been paralyzed from the waist down in another race. He still races that car...
It was our first race, and we were pleased to acquit ourselves above the middle of the field. All in all, a wonderful weekend of beautiful old cars.
Trice
1968 280SL US, signal/bl leather, auto