
Originally Posted by
haul
jon,
while on vacation at the french atantic coast in La Baule we stayed in a nice hotel in the typical old martime french style. One day I noticed, while looking down from the balcony, an eldery lady coming up to my slate gray 65 and stood there for a while admirring her. The next day, while i was doing my daily cleaning routine, she came up to me, asking about the car, how beautiful and how well I take care of the car. She softly touched the slate gray on the fender, told me, that this is her dream
car and found it more than enjoyable. The third day we met again at the slate gray. I thought, well, but as my wife joined at that day my cleaning session, she ‚opened‘ her up, and there she told about her adventure at the 24 hours of Le Mans. She was a young Comtesse, being from an old french noble family, her father a former General of the french Army during the WWII, former officer of the french foreign army, commander of the fortress of Lille. She met Huschke von Hanstein, and she lucidly told about her driving behind the steering wheel with him as the Co driver in an early slate gray 911 down the Arnage, the Mulsane, one complete round at Le Mans race track. After her short stint, Huscke took out one of the Porsche printed silk scarfs, laid it around her neck, gently told her, she is not be the best race driver, but truly a wild and curageous woman, and kissed her god bye. She stayed during the days and must have had an exceptional time at the races. She reported further that Huschke continued to write letters to her family and that the contact stayed over the years. My wife and I happily listened to her story, she lived three houses further up the street. Again, the next morning, she showed up, telling, she would have a small present for me, and handed me over an envelope. I opened and in there was a small handwritten letter of her, warm lines of sympathie, and....the silk scarf huschke von hanstein gave to her, years back in time.
Of course I was blown away, hugged her and kissed her, she excused her for the scarf being unwashed, still the oily hands of huschke on it, she told me, the scarf is in the best hands she could imagine, to see my enthusiasm and my determination, she took my promise to take further care of my slate gray, her dream car.
We visited her the days to come, brought bouquets of flowers, stayed with her and her grandchildren......