Where we left off…The first 50 miles were all silt beds which made riding quite interesting at night. There I was, riding along at about fifty or sixty miles per hour and all of a sudden poof, giant silt bed of craziness. Besides that, it went smoothly up until I stopped for gas in Ignacio and headed out for a 250 mile section. Then, it started to go down quickly.
The next section of the ride included a long pavement section with a left off into the desert. Well, I missed the left turn completely and continued down the pavement until it turned to dirt. I didn’t see any markers but the course was marked so poorly. I figured I would continue to the first intersection. I finally realized I was off course and had started to head back; the bike sputtered to a stop as I ran out of gas. At this point I could see the course! Well, at least I could see the lights and hear the engines. No problem, I thought, I’ll just push it back to the course. Yeah right, the lights and engines, they were like a desert mirage. I pushed for eight hours!! I pushed for four hours straight until I ran out of water and my legs started to cramp. I then would proceed as far as I could then curl up and rest, get cold and push some more. It was a long night to say the least.
Around 5:30am, some respite! A local drove by in a truck and although he had no gas, he was more than happy to help me throw the bike into the back and head back towards the course. We came across a spectator in a Toyota 4Runner shortly after and whipped out the credit card. A three foot long rubber hose later, we siphoned some gas into the bike. Boom, six in the morning, ready to go! I was pumped, but still had 200 miles to ride. This section to Loretto was rocky, desolate, and fast. I was sure glad to see the crew that next day, as they were me. We did some small maintenance on the bike at the pit and off Bobby went. I jumped in the van and headed towards my next spot on the bike.
Hey, it’s Baja, you have to keep on going. Bobby’s next section was a little slower – back through the mountains, out to the coast, and into some sandy whoops. Trevor got back on the bike at the 950 mile marker and rode it to me at 1050. I then got on the bike to take her to the finish. The last 60 miles were awesome! It was along the coast with some real nice fast roads. I flew into Lopaz with the feeling of exhilaration as we made it to the finish after 34 hours. We finished in the same fashion as we started: a big smokey burnout. I had the crowd going wild with a Jersey style fist pumping in the air. The boys showed up and we all lit up are stogies to celebrate a job well done.
I will say after my twenty years of racing, from ISDE, GNCC, Hare Scrambles, Enduros, and Hare & Hounds, Baja has a special place in your heart. If you have been and experienced it, you know what I’m talking about. Special thanks for the crew and Cycle Nano for their support to make this happen. Baja Baby!!!!