One of the most unexpected things I’ve discovered from my first trip to Le Mans is that this part of France has heinous, giant flies everywhere, particularly on muggy, sweaty days like today. It looks like I’m not alone in total fly hate mode. Number 64, clean your onboard camera.
I’m used to random clouds of tiny gnats from living in Central Texas, but this whole phenomenon of big flies flying into you and sticking to your sweaty face is something else. Woe be unto you if you thought Le Mans was all glitz and glamor.
I’m glad there are cars running all day to thin the herd of gross flies everywhere. These flies must be stopped.
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