I'm mot knocking taking the missus- there are plus points, she would be much nicer to look at over a glass of vino on an eve than some of the buggers on here, but Le Mans for me is the last bastion of maleness- where one can have under cooked steak and Stella for breakfast and give an appreciative belch to the chef, read porn and talk cars and past conquests, pick your nose and smoke 80 a day without fear and prejudice.
Long may it continue to be so!