I've been watching the 24 Hours of Le Mans about an hour and a half at a time, over the course of the last week and a half. The race signals the true beginning of summer to me. It's miraculous; it persists into the night and again into the morning as if the sun had never set. Don't tell me who won, I don't know who won it yet. I'm pulling for Jacques Villeneuve, who got drummed out of Formula One and is trying to become among the very few who've won Indy, the F1 Championship and Le Mans.