2012 SCORE Baja 1000 Notes:
       
Pre-Race:            
Trevor and I have been anticipating this race since our short lived Baja 500 
adventure earlier this year.  We have spent
            (Mark)                    the last several months repairing the car and preparing for this epic race - the 
greatest off road race in the world in our 
                                          
opinions.  Nothing compares to the challenge and adventure of a "point to 
point" Baja 1000; the "Dakar" may be longer
                                          
but they only run a couple of hundred miles at a time, then retire for a massage, dinner and some sleep!  
The Baja 1000 
                                          is a grueling test of endurance for both man and machine - start 
driving when the green flag drops and don't stop until 
                                          the finish line 1122 miles later!  Aside from a few 30 
second fuel stops, the only "breaks" come if we 
break the car!  
                                          Then, we can get out and repair it ourselves (if we can) - 
there isn't going to be a crew standing by to 
repair it for us!
                                          
This race is a balancing act that runs almost the entire length of Baja 
California; it begins in Ensenada on the Pacific
                                          
coast and ends in La Paz, near the tip of Baja on the Sea of Cortez. In-between, we 
will drive day and night through some
                                          
of the most inhospitable terrain imaginable - open desert, river crossings, 
seemingly endless "silt-beds", soft sand washes,
                                          
etc..  It's often said in desert racing that "to finish first, you must 
first finish".  While that seems obvious, the real trick
                                          
for the Baja 1000 is just making it to the finish line at all..... We must 
conserve the car whenever possible, but we have
                                          
to remember that it's a race and the goal is to come in first!  That's a 
tough balancing act; it's very difficult to control
                                          
the urge to "race" the entire course.  That urge bit us at the '500 this 
year, we don't want that to happen again......
                                         
Our race strategy:  Trevor will talk about this in more detail in his race 
report, but the basic plan is to run a very 
                                         
conservative race in the early stages.  Trevor plans to take his time in 
the Ensenada to Borrego section, then really 
                                         
start racing once he is beyond that part.  The early part of the Baja 1000 
is fairly technical and full of opportunities to 
                                         
end the race early.  He plans to let the other cars in our class develop 
a lead early on if necessary, knowing that we 
                                         
are very fast in the later sections.  This is an extremely long race and in 
our opinions can't be run the same way we'd 
                                         
run the San Felipe 250 or any of the other short "sprint" races.  Running 
"all-out" from the beginning is a sure way 
                                         
to break the car before the finish.  Trevor plans to "solo drive" this 
race as usual, but we have 4 co-drivers (navigators)
                                         
planned to take turns in the car with him.  I am planned to take the final 
leg with Trevor; Loreto to the finish line in
                                         
La Paz.  We are using "Baja Pits" as our pit service provider, they've been 
great for us in the past and Carlos is a good
                                         
friend.  We will have 3 chase vehicles; 1 on the Ensenada to Gonzaga 
section and 2 on the El Crucero to La Paz 
                                         
section. We don't really have enough spare tires to cover all the pits as we'd 
like, so we're carrying some in the chase 
                                         
trucks and also recovering tires from pits that the car has already passed for 
use later on.  We are carrying a small 
                                         
amount of race fuel in my chase truck to cover any "fuel emergency" 
contingencies.......  
        Race Report:   
Driver's Report (Trevor): 
Wow, such an amazing amount to tell!  I’ll try to summarize our race for the 
enjoyment 
                                        of anyone  
 
interested…  Hard to condense such an adventure.
                                        
We started mid afternoon Thursday as the second rear start 5/1600.  Since we got 
up and all through our wait to start 
                                        
the race it was sprinkling and misting; by the time we got to the line, the 
paved streets were thoroughly wet.  When the 
                                        
green flag dropped for us we set off cautiously, driving hard on wet pavement 
seemed an imprudent risk.  Through the 
                                        
wash and getting out of town to Ojos Negros we drove very conservatively as per 
our pre decided strategy.  Sticking to 
                                        
such a careful pace is difficult for a racecar driver all full of adrenaline and 
nerves, especially when it means letting 
                                        
people in a hurry pass you.   We encountered one small bottle neck of about 3 or 
4 vehicles on a small hill blocked by 
                                        
a mini van but other than that the trip to Ojos was uneventful.
                                        
Ojos to the Km77 hwy section was just as we expected, no surprises.  Shortly 
after the highway section we made our 
                                        
first fuel stop.  Baja Pits fueled us up, and I took the opportunity to take off 
my sunglasses.  With the extra cloud cover 
                                        
and precipitation I found they were more an inconvenience than help.  Pressing 
on we eventually got to the goat trail 
                                        
(my first time running down this feature).  We found to be an easy little 
technical downhill for our narrow, short 
                                        
wheelbase car.  Onto the next speed zone we cruised down through Valle de 
Trinidad, shortly before reaching San Matias 
                                        
we spotted our east side chase crew George and Bill, always nice to see a 
familiar face!  Off the highway and onto the 
                                        
San Matias whoops, and into the wash, nothing noteworthy.  
                                        
Once finally on the south side of Hwy 3 I started to feel that I’m in more 
familiar surroundings.  Running the whoops 
                                        
along Hwy 3 to Borrego we started to pick up the pace and run a more aggressive 
speed.  As expected lots of whoops 
                                        
and rocks throughout San Felipe and down the Old Puertecitos Road.  Most people 
probably despise this section but I 
                                        
find it a nice rhythmic relief from the unpredictability of built up areas.  End 
of the Old Puertecitos Road we make our 
                                        
third pit stop at Campo Cristina.  There we meet up with our chase guys George 
and Bill, we’re fueled and watered and 
                                        
ready to go.  One of the Baja pits guys has the VW knowledge and experience to 
shake the tires and informs us that the 
                                        
right front is a touch loose.  We make a note and press on down the long highway 
section.  Finally the pavement gives 
                                        
way to graded dirt road and we can open it up.  By now the dust is hovering in 
the air and we can easily out drive our 
                                        
headlights.  Before Coco's (but I don’t remember before or after Gonzaga) there 
are some roller jumps similar to Ojos 
                                        
except much more abrupt.  Hitting these at 70 or so at night in the dust was a 
little hair raising!  We’d launch and see 
                                        
nothing but sky as the headlights pointed up, landing a few seconds later we’d 
hope the road was still there and straight 
                                        
ahead!  My co-driver Ruben and I let out a little nervous laughter and decided 
maybe not to launch those so hard haha… 
                                        
after all we have to keep it together for another 700 and something miles.  
Rolled the jump in Gonzaga, as per my strategy 
                                        
to avoid unnecessary risks.  On through Cocos and left at the fork.  We made our 
way to Calamajue and found the wash 
                                        
very straightforward and easy to navigate, nothing more than streams and puddles 
this year, no stuck vehicles or sippy 
                                        
holes like we encountered in 2010.   Now approaching our first main pit stop at 
El Crucero, here we stopped for fuel 
                                        
and a thorough mechanical inspection of the car.  This was also one of the stops 
I planned to briefly get out of the car to 
                                        
don a jacket for the night, and stuff as much nourishment in my face as possible 
in our brief stop.  All fueled, everything 
                                        
mechanically sound, and a fresh navigator installed I got back in the drivers 
seat and we buzzed away into the long night 
                                        
leg.  El Crucero to Bahia de Los Angeles was a really fun section, much less 
rough than I recalled in 2010, lots of twisting 
                                        
road running through the gears and flying into turns.  
                                        
After Bay of LA we stopped in Fransancisquito and fueled up.  There I was 
pleased to see our buddy Wally Palmer, a 5/16 
                                        
vet of the past.  He offered us whatever we needed and sent us back out into the 
black.  The road from Bay of LA to 
                                        
Vizcaino was fast, making it all the more sketchy for the frequent hurricane 
eroded wash outs where the road would just 
                                        
drop off abruptly.  A lapse in attention here could have spelled disaster.
                                        
Finally in Vizcaino we crossed the road and headed off into the new section 
SCORE laid out to replace the long pavement 
                                        
stretch we ran into San Ignacio in 2010.  The new section was dominated by silt, 
many long extensively cut in beds.  
                                        
Thinking we’d seen the worst of the silt we neared San Ignacio.  The black 
horizon began giving way to a royal blue, the 
                                        
sun must be coming to our rescue.  Just before San Ignacio we discovered a 
parking lot silt bed littered with stuck vehicles 
                                        
and their occupants either milling about or working feverishly to free their 
enveloped machines.  Pulling into San Ignacio 
                                        
we made 2 unplanned stops, one to change a  co-driver, and one to start working 
a logistical problem dealing with fuel 
                                        
planning.  Note the problem was not a result of a miscalculation on our part. 
                                        
As the sun rose we worked our way through the rocky back country between San 
Ignacio and San Juanico, we had to 
                                        
change one front tire and picked up a new spare in Cuarenta.  As I’ve 
experienced on previous endurance races the 
                                        
sunrise after an all nighter run through the desert is always the mental low 
point before the second wind lifts you back 
                                        
up.  Finally in San Juanico we got some extra fuel to help relieve our fuel 
crisis.  
                                        
Working our way back across to the east side of the peninsula we drove through 
the town of San Isidro and had our second 
                                        
flat, this time a rear. I was tipped off by the loose traction I was 
experiencing… I was thinking why am I crossed up 
                                        
sideways? I didn’t mean to drift this corner…  Tire changed, we made our way up 
the switch back hill side and then down 
                                        
the back side.  With no spare tire and a front mounted on the rear we limped at 
a pace that would not worsen our situation.  
                                        
In this condition we were passed by the YOLO 5/16 guys and the race began!  We 
both pulled into the San Isidro Baja pits, 
                                        
us just for fuel but they required repairs.  We got out first and motored down 
the way where we met up with some of our guys, 
                                        
we put a new rear on the car and a fresh spare up front, in which time YOLO got 
back around us.  Really pushing hard now 
                                        
I drove on the edge to close the gap.  Just before our Loreto pit we met again 
on a few hill climbs, on the second they were 
                                        
disabled and blocking our path.  The great sportsman they are, they helped push 
us to get around their car.  
                                        
Down the hill and eventually into our pit we knew the real race was on with 
about 400 miles to go!  I had planned to get 
                                        
out of the car to take off my cold weather gear and eat and drink something but 
given the new situation I decided to tough 
                                        
it out.  We also decided to recycle a co driver who we felt would better 
facilitate a success in the end.  Leaving Loreto we 
                                        
zig-zaged through a wash that required us to repeatedly cross a stream.  The big 
bow wave of water spraying up past our 
                                        
skid plate made it hard to see but was kinda nice as it was hot in Loreto and I 
was still wearing my cold weather jacket over 
                                        
my black 2 layer suit.  The wash gave way to a short highway section and then 
into very fast sweeping graded roads, I didn’t 
                                        
get a look at the GPS but I’m convinced we maxed that car faster than ever 
before.  I was in fourth going down hill and 
                                        
watching the tack twist around past 6K, for an extended stretch.  Having passed 
the Yolo guys, we were physically leading 
                                        
and wanting to hold onto that lead.  Suddenly during one of the very rocky water 
crossings we spotted the orange RPM bug 
                                        
trailing us a few hundred yards.  With this motivation we stepped on it, my co 
driver and I were working in cohesive 
                                        
harmony calling the turns and making awesome time, a lot of flat out driving for 
many miles.  We made best use of our 
                                        
clean air while we had it.  Finally to the beach section we saw that RPM had 
managed yet to be visible a fair ways behind 
                                        
us.  They pulled into a pit and we never saw another 5/16.  
                                        
The beach run was of ton of fun, hauling down those single wide sandy stretches 
of whoops and chop.  We had to let a 
                                        
few unlimited behind schedule around us, and had to change one more flat but 
otherwise ran consistent and strong.  Beach 
                                        
run over, we started our final cross of the peninsula to the East side.  The 
final leg to La Paz was very straight forward, but 
                                        
the hurricane damage was apparent as much of the ground seemed washed down to 
very jagged rough bedrock. By now 
                                        
hallucinations were in full effect, hearing other engines or sirens, people off 
in the shadows that are not there, and there 
                                        
were a few rocks I was convinced were ready to spring legs and scamper across 
the road; I think I swerved at least once.  
                                        
I was just waiting for the La Paz mini summit, I new that after that the ordeal 
was almost over.  With the lights of La Paz 
                                        
in view we bumped down the steps, through the dump and onto the pavement.
                                        
1121 miles and 32 hours 48 minutes and 38 seconds later we stopped at the 
finish.  Sal greeted and congratulated us warmly.  
                                        
After being interviewed by Judy Smith I pried myself out of the car as my co 
driver sprayed me with beer haha.  Completely 
                                        
destroyed, I staggered around and celebrated with fans and my team for a while 
before going to tech.
                                         
I want to say thank you so much to my family for their constant support, all my 
team, chase guys, navigators Ruben, 
                                        
Victor, and Bobby. Jason Lauffer, Rick St. John, Adam Pfankuch, Wally Palmer, 
Carlos Orozco, the whole YOLO team 
                                        
for their sportsmanship and many more!
                                        
Filthy, very sore and stiff, exhausted, de-hydrated, and hungry in the end it 
was all worth it!  In all honesty I’m still 
                                        
recovering and it still hasn’t fully sunk in the significance of what we just 
did… 1st place in a historic class in a car we 
                                        
designed, built, prepped, and raced. 
Thank you all for helping me get my first Baja 1000 win on a solo drive!
Trevor Anderson
       
Chase Notes:     
Chase 1 notes (Mark and Teryl):    
We 
started the morning by helping 
Trevor and Ruben get ready and in the 
                                        car for staging on time.  As soon as 
they left the hotel for staging, we started 
driving South to El Crucero (RM 348), our 
                                        first contact point.  It started 
raining shortly after we left Ensenada and we 
were worrying about Trevor and Ruben not 
                                        wearing jackets yet but there was 
really nothing we could do.  We did not 
have direct radio contact with the car during 
                                        our drive to El Crucero, so we 
monitored "Weatherman" for any hint that 
578 needed help.  We knew that we had chase 
                                        coverage once they got to San Matias (around RM 100) but until they got 
that far, we would have to turn around to help 
                                        if something happened.  
Fortunately, we were able to press on to 
El Crucero to await their arrival.  The traffic was 
                                        surprisingly tame, no 
real problems and we arrived on station at 
about 8pm or so and began setting up for their arrival.  
                                        It was a surreal 
scene at El Crucero; the wind was blowing, 
there was dust in the air, it was raining lightly and in the 
                                        middle of this was 
a small, brightly lit area that was "Baja Pits # 7".   We checked in with Carlos there and asked how 
                                        his 
day was going, knowing that it had been a tough day so far; we also knew that if we needed anything his 
guys would 
                                        take care of us.  
                                        
This was planned to be one of two major stops; a co-driver change (Ruben gets 
out, Victor gets in), fuel, check the oil, 
                                        
replace the air filter, inspect the car, Trevor gets fed and hydrated, Trevor 
puts a jacket on and then off to the races 
                                        
again.  We knew that this would take longer than a simple driver change/gas 
and go, but solo driving the Baja 1000 
                                        
forces a couple of these long pit stops to ensure the driver stays clothed, fed 
and hydrated properly.  After waiting a couple 
                                        
of hours, we finally get the awaited radio call from our car; they are a few 
miles out and want us to have everything ready 
                                        
for them.  We jump to the ready with spare tires, fuel, air filter, food, 
water and tools - hopefully everything we might 
                                        
need for them.  In just a few minutes, they come around the corner and pull 
into the pit that was occupied just seconds 
                                        
before by YOLO Racing # 551.  They are racing "neck and neck" and time is 
precious - but we want it done right, not 
                                        
just fast.  Trevor and Ruben jump out as we start the inspection and 
fueling process.  Trevor is greeted by Teryl (Mom) 
                                        
with food and water, while I work on checking and adding oil, then changing the 
air filter.  The car looks great, nothing 
                                        
needs attention - what a relief!  Trevor pounds down some water followed by 
Gatorade and puts his jacket on, then gets 
                                        
back in the car for the next leg.  I help Trevor connect his R3 and get him 
strapped in, then they're off into the dark again 
                                        
running hard and strong!  We say our thanks to Carlos and his crew, pack up 
and head to the next contact point - Vizcaino.  
                                        
It's a long drive for us with an agricultural stop at Guerreo Negro.  We 
start having Internet coverage just outside of 
                                        
Guerrero Negro, so we're able to follow the car with IRC tracking - that gives 
us a "warm-fuzzy" that the car is still moving!  
                                        
We finally arrive at Vizcaino (around 2 am?), a couple of hours before the car 
will get there and I settled down for a little 
                                        
nap while I could.  Of course, the guy tuning his motorcycle next to us 
had different plans so sleep was difficult to come 
                                        
by......  We watched Trevor's progress on the tracking site as he 
approached, then passed our location.  We didn't actually 
                                        
see them, we were stationed a few miles down the road at a Pemex station - close 
enough to help, but far enough away to 
                                        
not be stuck in the insanity of the road crossing where we could actually see 
them come by.  Once Trevor passed by and we 
                                        
could see them moving along to the next pit stop, we loaded back up and headed 
to San Ignacio to await their arrival.  We 
                                        
waited for them alongside the highway, just before the turn off to San Ignacio.  
Again, we had a little time to wait so I tried 
                                        
for a bit more sleep.  San Ignacio was not planned to be a stopping point 
for the car but it was a convenient place for us to 
                                        
wait in case they needed help.  About sunrise, we started hearing scratchy 
radio calls from Victor telling us they were a few 
                                        
miles out and that he needed to get out of the car.  Trevor then got on the 
radio to tell us that he had been told by Baja Pits 
                                        
that the fuel we were expecting to get at Cuarenta (RM 672) was not there!  
That's a major problem, the next fuel stop is 
                                        
then at RM 782, San Isidro Rd. and the car can't carry enough fuel to get there 
from the last fuel stop!!  Obviously, we're 
                                        
going to have to stop in San Ignacio for a co-driver change and to figure out 
the fuel problem.  Trevor rolls up to us a few 
                                        
minutes later and we dumped all our emergency fuel supply into the fuel cell, 
filling it.  That helps, but now we're still tight 
                                        
on fuel to make our next fuel stop, 167 miles down course......  Trevor and 
I conferred about it, and I told him to stop at 
                                        
every Baja Pit he came to and beg for whatever fuel they could give him.  
We also gave him a 5 gallon jug of fuel to carry 
                                        
along - they should be able to make it even if they couldn't get any more.  
Trevor headed out into the rising sun and we 
                                        
began the drive to our next stop, San Isidro Rd. (RM 782), fingers crossed that 
they'd have enough fuel to make it there.  
                                        
We conferred with Chase 2 (Victor and Bobby at this point) and agreed that they 
would go to the San Ignacio Baja Pit and 
                                        
get whatever fuel they'd give us, and then meet us at the next stop where they 
would take the fuel up to meet Trevor as he 
                                        
got there (the course doesn't come quite down to the highway there, so Victor 
had to drive up a dirt road a few miles to get 
                                        
there).  We arrived on location a few hours later and established radio 
contact with Victor, already in position with the fuel.  
                                        
We waited a little while, without any ability to track the car, then got 
impatient and used the satphone to call my sister-in-law 
                                        
back home to see if she could check for us.  She told us that they were 
moving quickly and were approaching our position; 
                                        
I relayed that to Victor and told him that we were going to head to Loreto to be 
ready for the next pit stop, our 2nd extended 
                                        
stop and where I was supposed to get in the car for the finish.  
                                        
Teryl and I drove to the pit location in Loreto and got ready to receive the 
car.  At this point, we again had internet access, 
                                        
so we were able to follow Trevor's progress.  They were doing well, but 
YOLO Racing # 551 and he had been trading the 
                                        
lead back and forth since El Crucero!  The race was tight!  I'm a big 
guy, and I began to worry that my size and weight 
                                        
could make the difference between a win and a 2nd place in a race this tight.  
I discussed my concerns with Teryl and Victor; 
                                        
we decided to put Ruben in the car in my place, as long as it was okay with 
Trevor.  We were not messing around with this 
                                        
race, we were there to win.  Finally, Trevor calls us on the radio to say 
they're a few miles out, that the race is really tight, 
                                        
he's not planning to do our extended pit stop and to have everything ready!!  
We note the urgency in his voice and tell him 
                                        
that we're ready.  Trevor rolls into the pit, we dump fuel, get Ruben 
situated, change the air filter then send him on his 
                                        
way.  YOLO Racing is nowhere in sight, wonder what happened to them?  
We go back to the truck to check the tracking 
                                        
site - YOLO is not moving, a couple of miles short of the Loreto pit for some 
reason!  We watch Trevor move rapidly away, 
                                        
developing a 40 mile lead over YOLO before they start moving again!  
                                        
We start driving to our next contact point, San Carlos (RM 956), and arrive 
there about 3 pm.  We park and wait for Trevor 
                                        
and Ruben to arrive, knowing that they are not planning to stop there but at 
least we'll be in position if they need anything.  
                                        
Watching the tracking site, we see that our nearest competitor (# 551) is still 
way behind us and not catching up; the other 
                                        
5/1600 cars are nowhere near our position, over 100 miles back.  We're 
firmly in the lead, but Baja has a way of disrupting 
                                        
your plans when you least expect it......  Trevor finally comes into view 
and stops near us, needing to replace the spare tire.  
                                        
We run over to take care of business, then they're off again in just a few 
seconds it seems.  From this point until the finish 
                                        
line, there is nowhere that we can intercept the car; if they have problems now, 
it's a big deal to get to them......  Victor and 
                                        
I agreed that Teryl and I would head to the finish line, and he would "pace" the 
car as long as he could then meet us at the 
                                        
finish.  
                                        
Teryl was glued to the laptop the entire way, watching Trevor's progress as we 
moved towards La Paz.  We were glad to see 
                                        
that he was making good time with no "stoppages" along the way!  We were 
both afraid to even think that we had made it, 
                                        
for fear that we'd somehow "jinx" Trevor!  It's funny how we suddenly 
became superstitious!  We finally arrived in La Paz 
                                        
and made our way to the "post tech" area to await Trevor's arrival.  Once 
there, we watched the tracking site intently - 
                                        
almost without breathing until he was down on the highway making the final run 
to the finish!  When he was just a few 
                                        
miles out, Trevor radioed to tell us he'd be there in a few minutes; we moved to 
the finish line to be sure we could get some 
                                        
video and waited.  It seemed to take forever, but finally, there they were!  
Trevor pulled up to the finish line, Sal shook his 
                                        
hand, and we had won the 2012 Baja 1000; the longest non-stop off-road race in 
the world and the only race that matters!!!!
                                        
Chase 3 notes (George and Bill):    After a decent nights sleep at Pete's 
Camp, we brewed morning coffee and 
                                        turned the Race radio on. 
We were happy to get a clear signal from the weatherman. Satisfied everything 
worked, we turned 
                                        the radio off to save 
the batteries. We drove to San Matias and took a position near the Wilson Class 
1 team. This would turn 
                                        out to be a good 
decision, as they were all very cool to us as we waited the several hours for 
the race to come to us. The weather 
                                        turned 
chilly and it rained for about 40 minutes. We realized that we were no longer 
getting reception from weatherman, 
                                        and 
neither was Team Wilson. 
                                        
We heard over their radio that they had rolled their car, and were limping it in 
to the pit. ( it was captured on video and 
                                        
posted to RDC before the site crashed.) The trophy trucks cruised by, most 
missing some fiberglass,and all brown with 
                                        
mud. The Wilson class 1 came in, and we were treated to an amazing top A-arm 
replacement, using only hand tools, in 
                                        
under an hour. 
                                        
By now the clouds were thick grey, and it was starting to get dark. We watched 
through binoculars at the road curve 2 
                                        
miles away, looking for the 578. 2 5/1600's came by, one was white with checker 
board stripes, the second was the 
                                        
RPM bug. Where's Trevor ? We called out on the radio, but no response. We 
waited. It gets quiet out there when no cars 
                                        
are coming by. Suddenly, Bill says "....That's him.... ". We strain to see the 
car approaching us, a bright blur of white 
                                        
light from the spotlights, then Trevor rounds the corner and we all make 
simultaneous positive ID contact. Ruben hits 
                                        
the horn buttons for us, as we're waving them on and giving the thumbs up ! We 
fire up the truck and get going. Trevor 
                                        
comes on the radio with "Good to see you guys ! ". We could hear the smile in 
his voice, and we were glad to be where 
                                        
they expected us to be. They made it through one of the toughest sections, in 
the rain, and now it was time to set sail for 
                                        
San Felipe ! 
                                        
We caught up to them a few miles later, and shot video and photos as we 
followed. The car sounded great, and we saw 
                                        
no damage. They left 3 and peeled back onto the course just after San Matias, 
and we watched as much as we could 
                                        
through the wash and canyon. Trevor was moving at a fast clip, so we drove ahead 
and parked at the top of the 3 section 
                                        
that parallels the course. We got out, and caught them on video again. Back to 
the truck, then caught up and got some 
                                        
great footage as we kept pace on 3 all the way to the RM 140 right hander.
                                        
Here's where we got tripped up: We went on to Borrego, only to find that Baja 
Pits set up Pit 3 at the 90 degree left turn 
                                        
at RM 142. We had to back track to 142, pick up the Spare, and head to San 
Felipe. I figure we lost 40 minutes on that. 
                                        
We made it to SF Pit 4, and were told that we just missed the car by 4 minutes. 
They fueled it, said it was running fine, 
                                        
but keep an eye on the right link pin. After carefully negotiating our way 
through San Felipe town, we pressed on to 
                                        
Campo Christina, determined to be there in time, but totally blown away that 
Trevor was covering this much ground so 
                                        
fast. 
                                        
Fortunately, we got to Pit 5 ahead of the car. the Baja Pits crew was very 
friendly, and showed us where the dump can 
                                        
and tires were. By now, it was about 9:10, and pitch black. We could see only 
the eerie bouncing of headlight beams 
                                        
from race cars in the distance, and the campfires of the spectators lining the 
course. What a sight this must be for the 
                                        
drivers at night ! After a few minutes, someone shouted out "578 !". The car 
rounded the corner strong, and hit the 
                                        
marks at the pit. I hoisted the dump can in place, and fueled the car. Bill 
handed the guys a bag of water bottles; they 
                                        
waived off the energy bars. Trevor wanted the right front checked. No visible 
damage or bends, and nothing when I 
                                        
shook the tire. A Baja Pit member gave it a harder shake for good measure, and 
deemed it good to go. We traded some 
                                        
quick fist bumps and thumbs up and they were on their way. Despite now being 240 
miles in, we could tell they were 
                                        
focused and ready to go. A 2 minute pit stop must have seemed like an eternity 
to them to sit still. 
                                        
We hung out with the Baja Pits crew for awhile. YOLO passed by a few minutes 
later. We had no radio contact, so we 
                                        
waited for awhile, hoping all would be ok. The Baja Pits crew told us not to 
worry, they said that car was built right and 
                                        
wouldn't have a problem. Actually, they were more interested in convincing us 
that the best tacos ever could be had on 
                                        
the 3rd dirt road past the convenience store in Puerticitos. Since it was a dark 
night, we decided to stay put, and put that 
                                        
Taco quest on our next bucket list. 
        Thanks to:        
Custom Aircraft Parts
                          Paradise Motorsports
                          Power Box
                          Fiber Tech
                                  
Victor Celis
                                  
Jason Lauffer
                                  
George Walters
                                  
Bill Jones
                                  
John Curtis
                                  
Ruben de la Fuente
                                  
Manuel Ornelas
                                  
Efrain Perez
                                  
Raul Figeroa