A tour of the old Spa...
Author & Photography
- Mattijs Diepraam
Revision date
- February 9, 2000
This winter my family and a dozen of friends spent the millennium week in an ancient but well-equipped Ardennes farm house. Spa was just 30 miles away, so on a damp and dreary Tuesday, January 4, 2000, I took the car out for a spin at the Francorchamps track. The weather was so awful that even the die-hard daredevils from Germany in their BMW and Mercedes muscle cars preferred their warm homes over an ultra-wet blast down the open roads. Then again, if Spa needed to be photographed in the right atmosphere, then today was the day. The low-hanging clouds turned the track into an solemn place, the silence almost begging for the sound of Climax or Cosworth engines ripping through the air. The few locals who were out on the day shrugged their shoulders as they witnessed the fanatic park on all the wrong places, only to be hosed with vehement lashes of rain before being able to take a snapshot or two. Here's what the track looked like that day.