In the rear-view mirror of the old "Béhème" that takes us, the rectangular grille of a Renault grows visibly, armed with the eighties diamond of the Régie.
Has a septuagenarian forgotten to take advantage of the scrapping bonus?
Its driver, barely 30 years old, pulls out into the left lane.
With a gasp, the wise family is propelled to the next milestone.
It's an R21 Turbo, enfant terrible of a time when driving fast was still France's dream.
The small 6 in line of the BMW is beaten soundly.
A handsome player, its driver, also in his thirties, is reassured: at least, there is no doubt, he is on the road to Montlhéry.
In a few kilometers, he will find his congeners at the “youngtimers” festival.
Youngtimers?
An anglicism - opposed to "oldtimers" - to qualify cars from 1980 to 2000, those that rocked,
not without nausea, the childhood of today's workers.
Those that nobody looked at ten years ago.
And who, today, are tearing themselves away...
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