[DeTomaso] RV: Trip report for last week - warning, kind of long...

[Michael Shortt]

Really vivid story, you made me tired just reading it, all that driving ;-).
Sounds like you had a blast, thanks for sharing. Maybe one day!!!!!

Michael in Savannah


On 6/29/07, Charles McCall <charlesmccall at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> Dear Pantera Diary,
>
> Here's the "Reader's Digest" version of last weeks adventure. 2,750
> kilometers in the Pantera, nearly a week visiting the chateaux in the
> Loire
> Valley in France, and then the annual trip to the 24 hours of Le Mans.
>
> Hopefully I can get pictures posted somewhere over the weekend or
> something,
> since some of these sights really need to be seen to be appreciated.
>
> In past years we had merely zoomed up to Le Mans for the 4-day event and
> rushed back as soon as it was over, spending nearly as much time traveling
> as at the event itself, and without having even seen the actual center of
> Le
> Mans the city. As far as we knew, the city of Le Mans was basically made
> up
> of several campsites, a Carrefour grocery store, and a track with really
> noisy cars. Now that I am fully into the swing of having 5 weeks of
> vacation
> like all good Europeans, we decided this year to smell the coffee a little
> bit and visit some of the surrounding area beforehand.
>
> So we headed out Saturday morning for Nantes, France, where I used to
> live.
> The drive itself was uneventful, with the exception that for the first
> time
> in my Pantera ownership, two Panteras-worth, we had a fully functional A/C
> system. It was a novelty to be able to roll with the windows up and have
> icy
> cool air blowing out of the vents. The car is much quieter at 100 mph with
> the windows up - heck you could probably even listen to the radio to help
> pass the time! What a novel idea! 7 hours later we arrived in Nantes and
> visited my old apartment... looking at soil that soaked up oil from having
> changed my old Pantera´s fluids in the parking lot out front... Everyone
> gets nostalgic about different things... We strolled around the city and I
> showed Amaya the sights. We met up with friends of mine from when I lived
> there and got caught up on old times until the wee hours.
>
> It was a great visit, complete with the obligatory rides in the Pantera
> for
> everyone (and parents of some of my friends) and then we headed out for
> Blois. We had plenty of time, so I told the GPS to avoid highways and take
> only backroads, following the Loire river. What a great drive! Very little
> traffic, and lots of tiny, winding roads that went through little villages
> and took us past innumerable chateaux. We stopped for a few happy-snaps,
> and
> regretted not being able to visit many of them because they really did
> look
> fascinating. But we had our itinerary that we needed to stick to and we'd
> have to come back to visit those some other time.
>
> Blois has a fascinating palace that was the center of the French kingdom
> for
> a period way back when. I should have listened to the guide a little more
> and I'd know exactly when. We saw where king Henri II ordered his main
> rival
> (the Duc de Guise) assassinated, and had his brother bumped off as well
> the
> next day for good measure. That was enough to get him excommunicated by
> the
> Pope, apparently. The French do a really nice job with their "son et
> lumiere", a sound and light show at night with some of their classic
> buildings. Got some really nice pictures.
>
> We headed out the next day for Chambord. Once again we followed the Loire
> and avoided large roads. We saw farms, chateaux, tractors, bicycles... it
> was great! Of all the castles and palaces I've seen in France, this has to
> be one of the most impressive. Built in the forest as a hunting lodge, it
> was the home to the French court until Louis XIV built Versailles. And it
> looks like a French king's idea of a "lodge". It was built to impress his
> peers, and it sure impressed me (even if he wouldn't consider me a peer).
> The castle has a neat auto-guide format where you type the room number
> into
> your little handset and it tells you what you are looking at. The castle
> is
> nearly fully decorated and was really fascinating.
>
> Unfortunately, it had been raining on and off for a good part of the day.
> I
> say unfortunately because I suspect that somehow something electrical got
> a
> little damp in the Pantera and decided to act up. We left the chateau
> around
> 4pm because we had a solid 4 hour drive to go to Chartes, and we were
> hoping
> to spend part of the evening exploring the town. We came out of Chambord,
> I
> pushed the button on my remote that should open the doors and deactivate
> the
> alarm and anti-theft device, but nothing happened. So I pushed the button
> again. Doors still locked. Amaya pushed the button. Nothing.
>
> My alarm has a plan "B". On the steering column is a little button and a
> few
> lights. If you open the door with the key, you can disarm the system by
> entering a code using the lights and the little button. But I was
> concerned
> because I saw no flashing lights, which should have indicated that the
> alarm
> was armed. Maybe it was disarmed?  I opened the door with the key and the
> alarm didn't sound, which was weird. I tried starting the car and it
> immediately fired to life, and then just as quickly the immobilizer cut
> the
> electron flow off to the ignition and the engine died. I tried to start it
> again and rev the engine to see if it would keep running, but it ran for
> all
> of a half-second and then quit.
>
> I had no idea what to do. I was hoping that perhaps the battery in the
> remote had simply expired, and in its death throes was sending a funky
> signal to the alarm that left it in a state of limbo - neither activated
> (the alarm didn't sound when I opened the door) nor deactivated (it
> wouldn't
> let me start the engine). I didn't believe what I was saying, but I
> thought
> that perhaps a fresh battery would send a good signal and would completely
> activate or deactivate the alarm.
>
> So in the pouring rain we went to the various souvenir stores in search of
> a
> battery. Nobody had one my size. Out of ideas, we headed to the
> Gendarmerie.
> I explained my plight to the police chief, who immediately called for a
> subordinate. It was kind of surreal because his subordinates were entirely
> made up of young women in battle fatigues and combat boots, some 15 of
> them!
> For some reason I thought of a Monty Python skit. He got out his phone
> book
> and began calling around looking for a spare battery for us, and found one
> in a village about 15 km away. Did I mention that Chambord is REALLY out
> in
> the middle of nowhere? When the kings wanted to get away from it all, they
> really got away from it all!
>
> So Amaya and I piled into the police van and a young gendarme in her
> battle
> fatigues drove us the the nearby town. 2 euros later and I had a new
> battery. During the drive back I began to formulate a plan "B" if the
> fresh
> battery didn't perform miracles. The problem was that I just couldn't come
> up with a good plan B.
>
> That was a problem because, of course, even with a fresh battery my car
> just
> sat there staring at me dumbly while I pushed the button. The doors didn't
> lock or unlock, and the alarm remained just as flaky as ever.
>
> The police chief stopped by to see how we were doing. I think he also
> wanted
> to see the car, but it was nice of him to stop by. He heard me start the
> car
> for the 3 milliseconds that it would run before the alarm cut the life off
> and came over to chat. I could see him thinking and he pulled out his
> cellphone and made some calls. He had a friend who helped the gendarmerie
> out with odd electrical problems (such as the sort you could find in a
> 15th
> century castle I suppose. The wiring back in the 15th century isn't like
> it
> is nowadays you know!) He also just so happened to work in a car audio and
> alarm store. Too good to be true! He gave him a call and he said he was
> busy, but could stop by in an hour. But based on the symptoms, the brain
> box
> of the alarm had gotten fried and the only solution was to bypass it.
>
> Not having a better plan "B", we waited with the chief in the rain and
> chatted. You can get to be good friends when you've got nothing better to
> do
> than sit in the parking lot in the rain and talk. My alarm decided to get
> even more schizophrenic and would periodically sound the siren for no good
> reason, and then just shut up. We'd go back to talking and the alarm would
> sound again. It got annoying so I disconnected the battery. That showed
> it!
>
> His friend showed up a little later, and armed with a voltmeter tried to
> learn how my system worked. Between the shrieks of the alarm, he more or
> less figured it out. He disconnected a wire and asked me to start it up.
> It
> fired first try! So we took a little spin around the parking lot. So far
> so
> good! Hooking the wire up immediately caused the alarm to sound and the
> engine to die. Looks like we found the magic wire!
>
> So of course I had to give people rides. First the police chief. The speed
> limit in the whole park is 60 k/hr, and I didn't know really how much to
> push it with the head of the police in the car, but I ran it to redline
> through the first three gears to give him an idea. But when it was time to
> turn around, I put my turn signal on, the alarm shrieked, and the engine
> stopped. Merde. We are several kilometers from the parking lot and the car
> was dead! But I turned the turn signal off and the car started right up.
> This was odd... Doing a little test, I put the turn signal on and once
> again
> the alarm sprang to life to let me know that it was defeated, but hadn't
> thrown in the towel completely! Well ok, as long as I understand the rules
> -
> the turn signals are actually wired into the electronic brain, and that
> part
> was somehow still active. So turn signals would be out.
>
> A ride was arranged for my saint (the electrician guy), and we turned
> around
> sans turn signals. Great! But we had now lost a total of 5 hours, it was
> 7pm, and we had a hotel pre-paid 4 hours away in Chartres. However the
> police chief insisted that we stop by his house for drinks and to meet his
> wife. After having saved our bacon it would have seemed impolite to
> decline,
> so away we went for an icy cold beer.
>
> I was torn because we were really enjoying ourselves and everybody was
> very
> friendly, but we really had to go. Before going, he insisted on giving us
> two bottles of wine as a present (him, giving US a present for letting him
> bail us out???) and we eventually headed out.
>
> The drive to Chartres was uneventful, but we got kind of lost looking for
> the hotel. It was now 11pm, we hadn't eaten dinner, lunch was at noon, and
> we didn't know where the hotel was. But a fellow jumped out of the car
> behind us at a stoplight and invited us to have coffee out of the blue! He
> was a Corvette fan, had one at home, and was heading for Le Mans the
> following weekend. Under normal circumstances we would have accepted, but
> we
> had a very early morning the next day and were really looking for a little
> less hospitality and looking to have dinner! So we politely declined as
> best
> we could and found the hotel.
>
> We had a lightening tour the next day of Chartes, because much of our free
> time had been consumed sitting in the parking lot at Chambord. We saw the
> largest collection of medieval stained glass in Europe in the cathedral
> and
> wandered the streets for a little bit. But we couldn't dawdle too much
> because Mt. Saint Michel was awaiting us.
>
> Once more we took all backroads as we headed into Normandy. The drive and
> subsequent hotel was pretty uneventful, but it was hard to not use the
> turn
> signals. I don't know how many times I started to signal a lane change
> before I was rudely reminded that the alarm was only sleeping and would
> awaken if provoked.
>
> The next day we headed out under overcast skies to Mt. Saint Michel. When
> I
> brought my old ´72 Pantera to Europe, oh, 9 years ago, I stopped by Mt.
> Saint Michel and snapped a picture of the car with the monument behind. I
> wanted to re-create the exact shot, so just like last time I sweet-talked
> the guard into letting me go past to be able to shoot a picture right in
> front. I can honestly say that I had no idea when I took that first
> picture
> back in 1998 that nearly 10 years later I would be standing in the same
> spot
> with a GT5-S, living in Spain, and visiting with my Spanish wife! Life is
> funny sometimes. But there I was.
>
> We purposely scheduled our visits to avoid Mt Saint Michel on the
> weekends,
> when it can be absolutely overrun with those darn tourists. Since we
> arrived
> early, it was relatively empty. Our souvenirs from the visit include a Mt.
> Saint Michel umbrella, since the heavens opened up and a steady rain fell
> for much of the day. The monument is famous for a reason - it really is
> spectacular. A fortified city with an enormous cathedral and monastery on
> top of the mountain that has withstood attacks for centuries. The
> engineering required to design and build such a creature 1000 years ago is
> quite impressive, and the site is a must-visit for anyone remotely near
> the
> area.
>
> >From there, we headed toward the ultimate goal - Le Mans. But on the way
> we
> saw signs for the US Military Cemetery, so we stopped by. This isn't the
> large one in Normandy, but is a smaller one in the province of Brittany.
> But
> standing in the rain, looking at the rows and rows and rows of white
> crosses, the perfectly manicured lawn, while "Taps" was played over a
> distant sound system was quite moving. The cemetery is US soil, given as a
> gift to the citizens of the US by France. There was a small church in the
> center with a memorial to the servicemen inside, and maps showing the
> major
> lines and battles of the end of the second World War.
>
> Once again I asked TomTom to plot me a route to Le Mans that would avoid
> all
> highways, and we really went through no-man's land, speaking of wars. We
> occasionally stopped at an isolated chateau to look at it from afar, or in
> a
> little French town for lunch and an espresso. It was slow going, but that
> was fine because we weren't in a hurry and the landscape was gorgeous. A
> few
> hours later we pulled into Le Mans and basically immediately ground to a
> halt.
>
> We had the misfortune of arriving just before Wednesday night qualifying,
> and the traffic was absolutely horrific. At one point I shut the motor off
> for a good 15 minutes because we just weren't advancing. It took literally
> 90 minutes to go from the town of Arnage to our campsite, which was all of
> 7
> kilometers away. Those interested may calculate the average speed. When we
> (finally!) arrived at the campsite, Camping Bleu, we found that the system
> had changed from previous years. Traditionally, you had a camping pass
> which
> allowed you to enter a large campsite. It was basically a free-for-all,
> with
> no marked campsites. Those who arrived early could spread out and had
> larger
> plots, while the late arrivers sometimes had to squeeze into the remaining
> cracks. This year, the ACO (the organizing body) had more or less marked
> out
> plots, and you had to indicate how many were in your party and they would
> help you mark off your area. We came prepared with long stakes and safety
> tape in order to reserve our campsite, since we would be meeting up with
> many people. So we told the helpful attendant that we had 5 cars
> attending,
> we took a lap to check out the campsite and select our 5 plots, and then
> marked off "our territory" with the tape.
>
> We set up our tent, and then decided that all that work called for a
> celebratory beer. Since we brought no food or supplies with us, we piled
> back into the Pantera and headed for the nearby town of Arnage and our
> favorite outdoor restaurant. We parked next to a rather special Ferrari
> F-40, had the largest and coldest beer I'd had in ages, ate dinner, and
> watched the cars.
>
> The next day we went grocery shopping, and then headed back to the
> campsite
> to wait for the rest of our group to arrive. The first to arrive were
> David
> and Edurne, friends of ours from Spain. As usual, David came with a
> completely stocked car that included ice-cold beer, sausages, Spanish ham,
> cold cuts, Spanish olives, and an entire feast. We were just relaxing in
> the
> campsite when I got a text message from Mike Drew - it was raining, they
> were approaching Le Mans in Stephane Bergeron's Renault, and they had
> Robert
> and George behind them in Robert's 1950-something Jaguar Special.
>
> A word about Robert´s Jaguar Special. It began life as a Jag XK120 (or
> 140,
> I forget), and was later converted into a racecar. As such it had no roof.
> It had no windows. It had no trunk. It had no heater. I don't remember if
> it
> had windshield wipers or not, but it was really a moot point due to the
> lack
> of roof. So of course it was the perfect car to travel from England to
> France in, especially in a weekend where it did nothing but rain! The car
> was wonderful! He uses it primarily for vintage racing, and the
> restoration
> is sort of a permanent work-in-process. It was just rough enough to give
> it
> character, but oozed charm and charisma from every pore. (I can say that -
> my car had a roof. I don't know how much charm the soaked occupants
> thought
> it oozed after their drive). That night dinner was an improvised affair in
> the campsite with the items brought by various people and the food that we
> had bought in the supermarket... The last to arrive were two more friends
> of
> mine from Spain, Miguel and Juanjo, who rode in comfort in their Audi but
> won't have half the stories to tell that Robert and George can tell!
>
> Friday morning came early, and we kind of organized ourselves to have
> breakfast and coffee. Friday morning is one of my favorite parts of Le
> Mans.
> Much of the race is held on public roads, and Friday morning the attendees
> typically cruise a part of the course known as Indianapolis, and it is one
> of the most amazing sites you will ever see. You'll drive along and see 35
> TVR's parked together... 3 Ferrari Dinos together. 20 Marcos. A pair of
> F40s. 4 Lambos.  5 Nobles. You'll see another DeTomaso, so you stop and
> chat
> for a while and watch the parade. There go a gaggle of Astons, a flock of
> Ferrari, and a gander of Lotus. It is one of the most impressive moving
> collections of amazing cars you will ever see. So it was full of illusion
> that we headed out of our campsite - 5 cars in all - and headed for
> Indianapolis. Imagine my surprise when the Gendarmes had the entrance to
> Indianapolis blocked off! What? This can't be! What are they doing?
>
> In the subsequent confusion we got slightly separated and somehow managed
> to
> meet up again at the grocery store. So we went food shopping and tried to
> figure out what had happened. It appears that some of the qualifying
> sessions couldn't be run because of the heavy rains, so they had shut down
> the road to allow the cars more practice time and more qualifying time.
> Rats! Of all the weekend, that part had been my favorite!
>
> So we headed back to the campsite and the groups split up. We headed for
> the
> pits to see what was happening. After watching the mechanics do their
> magic
> in the "regular" pits, we headed for the classic paddock. Before the main
> event, there is a one-hour "classic Le Mans", with the actual cars that
> originally did battle in the 50's and 60's. These are the cars that I
> REALLY
> like.. seeing classic Maseratis, Jaguar D-types, Ferraris, Ford GT40's,
> classic Astons... Later they allow you to enter the pits and look at the
> cars up close, but for the moment they were closed to the public while the
> mechanics and teams prepared. However, ever the resourceful one, Mike Drew
> had somehow snagged two "entrant" passes and came out, gave one to me, and
> the two of us went in. Mike's friend Andy Prill would be driving an
> original
> Ford GT40, so we went to go talk to him for a while. The gear selection
> mechanism wasn't working quite right (the GT40 has a ZF transaxle, same as
> the Pantera) and they had some other minor glitches to get straightened
> out.
> Mike offered some advice and suggestions, and then we left them to their
> preparations.
>
> We headed back to the campsite to watch the action in "burnout alley".
> This
> is the road between our campsite and the campsite across the street, and
> is
> hooligan heaven. Every time an interesting car comes along, a
> self-designated burn-out master steps in front to stop them, waits for a
> small space to clear in front, and then encourages the driver to entertain
> the crowd with a burnout. A surprisingly large percentage of the cars
> oblige. It is the only place where you will see burnouts by Bentleys, by a
> Ferrari 550 Maranello (that made two laps to do more burnouts), and by a
> Lamborghini Murcielago. Some impressive performances were put on by some
> of
> the Caterhams, as usual, and a rather notable performance was given by a
> certain white DeTomaso Pantera GT5-S, whose owner wishes to remain
> anonymous.
>
> >From there, since the weather was temporarily holding, we headed back to
> the
> campsite for a special treat. Edurne's family is involved in the
> organization that manages a prestigious grade of cheese (Idiazabal), and
> she
> and David were kind enough to bring a huge hunk of cheese and a couple of
> bottles of wine to help wash it down. So during a dry moment, they cut the
> cheese up and served. Yumm! It was a rather large cheese she brought and
> it
> lasted a rather short time.
>
> Saturday morning began dry, which was a good sign. We had a hasty
> breakfast
> because at 10am the classic cars take to the track. Roughly 50 cars took
> the
> warmup lap, and every hair stood up on my arms from the amazing noise of
> sheer power as they rumbled by. The green flag dropped and a fantastic
> battle developed between a Lola and a Ferrari... The drivers may have been
> driving cars worth millions of dollars, but they were here to RACE and
> they
> traded positions and fought elbow to elbow. Unfortunately, toward the end
> of
> the race the Lola ended up in a sand trap, leaving the Ferrari to take
> home
> the honors. After a full hour of watching past glory being recreated our
> ears were ringing but we had smiles from ear to ear.
>
> Now we had some time to kill before the start of the "real" race at 3pm so
> we visited some of the shops. I bought a huge book on the history of Le
> Mans
> (the race), since I really know very little about how this whole thing got
> started, or some of the more tragic or historic events in its past. We had
> lunch, and then selected a point to watch the start.
>
> Le Mans these days has a rolling start. The cars do a warm-up lap, the
> safety car seeks shelter, the lights turn green, and all Hell breaks
> loose.
> Well, at least that is what has traditionally happened. But, although few
> people have realized it, the past era has ended and we are in a new one.
> The
> era of the diesel.
>
> That's right, the winning car at Le Mans last year was a diesel. And this
> year, the 5 fastest cars on the track were all diesels. And I decided that
> I
> hate them.
>
> When the green flag dropped during the classic race, I was serious about
> the
> hair on my arms standing up on end due to the wonderful sounds. THE NOISE!
> But the diesels whooshed past after the green flag and all I heard was a
> very quiet "whooooosh", like a vacuum cleaner at 200 yards. Thinking about
> it, since it sounded so much like rushing air instead of a motor I wonder
> how much of the noise was the air being displaced by the car? But there
> was
> no NOISE! No glorious howling, popping, spitting flames, the noises that
> make race cars CARS! The first five cars tiptoed past (granted, tiptoed
> past
> at a much higher rate of speed than anything else out on the track), and
> then finally, FINALLY, came a REAL car. The first of the non-diesels. And
> it
> virtually screamed past. Then came the Astons, bellowing out their
> warsong.
> The Corvettes with their guttural roar that you can identify without
> looking. The Ferraris. Those cars, the REAL cars, spitting flames from the
> exhaust with each gear change, popping and banging on trailing throttle...
> Those are race cars and touch your 5 senses and emotions.
>
> I have to acknowledge the tremendous work done by the Peugeot and Audi
> engineers in preparing a diesel engine in such a short period of time that
> is capable of withstanding 24 hours of racing, and not just withstanding,
> but WINNING. As an engineering feat, it is truly astounding. But I really
> hope that the future of the sport does not go in this direction as it
> removes such a critical element from a race car - the sound. We'll have to
> see what happens in future years.
>
> Not long after the race began, another downpour began. Then there was over
> an hour of full-course caution as someone piled into a barrier and they
> had
> to repair it. An hour to repair a barrier? So we alternated between
> seeking
> shelter from the rain and watching the action on the track.
>
> The race began as billed - Peugeot vs. Audi, both of them diesels. The
> remained of the field was made up of Pescarolos, a pair of Saleen S7s (as
> soon as I hit the lottery, one of those will be parked next to the
> Pantera),
> a few Ferrari 360s, a Lamborghini Murcielago that burned to the ground
> during qualifying, was rebuilt in 2 days and lasted exactly one lap before
> self-destructing during the main event, a pair of Corvettes, a handful of
> Porsches, as usual, and some Aston Martins. Quite a varied crowd, and at
> least most of the cars still make the right noises.
>
> Saturday was mostly made up of watching the race from various points, and
> then we headed into Arnage for a last night's supper. We arrived fairly
> late, but as the weather was momentarily cooperating we decided to eat
> outdoors. To add a touch of symmetry to the weekend, Amaya and I had
> dinner
> in the same restaurant on the first night with a Ferrari F40 next to us,
> and
> now on the last night a Ferrari F50 pulled in. The dinner crowd swelled as
> some friends of Stephane's joined us. A couple at our end of the table
> spends their yearly vacations retracing portions of the Paris-Dakar
> race...
> So they drive to the desert in northern Africa and follow the exact route
> through the sand dunes and mountains.. Their daughter is now 12 years old
> and hasn't missed a year since she was born. You meet some really
> interesting people at Le Mans.
>
> Sunday was, well, wet. We did manage to find some good vantage points to
> see
> the racing action. But at about 1:30, 90 minutes before the checkered
> flag,
> we decided that it would be best to begin our trek home. The Pantera does
> rather poorly in the rain, and I had an early flight the next morning for
> work. So we said our goodbyes, wished all the luck in the world to Robert
> and George who were bundled up as best they could to protect them from the
> driving rain, and headed south toward Spain.
>
> It was quite slow going due to the standing water on the highway. The
> recently repaired A/C was a lifesaver, because the window kept fogging up
> due to the cold and rain and the A/C did a great job at clearing the mist.
> It took us over two hours to reach Tours, which should have been a 40
> minute
> trip. Shortly thereafter the clouds began to part and the weather gods
> decided that enough was enough and let us continue more or less in the
> dry.
> The rest of the trip was how it should be - uneventful.
>
> The car was filthy when we got home - 10 days of insects, rain, mud, more
> inspects, more rain... Each time I saw the car dirty during the trip I
> thought about washing it but it would start raining more or less
> immediately, making washing it seem silly. Since it was late we just
> unpacked and prepared my suitcase for the following day. A good, thorough
> cleaning would have to wait until next weekend.
>
> So, looking back on this all, it was one more fantastic adventure in the
> Pantera. In any other car it would have just been a long drive with very
> little to tell. But it was comfortable, reliable (the alarm problem wasn't
> anything DeTomaso related), and, um, quick. We met a lot of people that we
> wouldn't have met in a brand X car.
>
> Next year we will most likely be attending the Classic 24 hours of Le Mans
> in July, so anyone interested shoot me an e-mail and I'll keep you up to
> date with what the plan is. I promise there won't be any diesels on the
> track for that event!
>
> Charles McCall
> 1985 DeTomaso Pantera GT5-S #9375
> "Raising Pantera Awareness across Europe"
> http://members.aol.com/PanteraGT5S1985/
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