Hello ALL
Well I crossed the border a week ago and am now up in Seattle staying with my mom through the holidays. I stayed down in Baja and camped on the beach and surfed for the last few weeks after the race. I did ride the Berg about 350 miles or so too, but I wanted nothing to do with a motorcycle for about 10 days after the race.
My 2 buddies Matt and Trevis drove my truck, 236,000+ miles now, during the race and were great. The 3 of us stayed with baja_racer, Morgan, and his wife Susie. They are awesome. They had never met me and gave me the key to their home right away. Morgan let me fully take over his garage, which is awesome, and Susie gave me full run of the house. We stayed their about a week and prepped for the race. Morgan and Susie are truly saints.
We didn't have anywhere to stay in Ensenada before the race as the Mexican guy that said we could stay in a house he had turned out to be a Mexicant and totally flaked. However things worked out as they always do, and a nice family let the 3 of us sleep in their garage in Ensenada. Probably slept better in their garage than we would of in a hotel anyway, and saved a bunch of dough.
Woke up the morning of the race at 6:06am, pounded an energy drink, threw on my gear and headed for the start. Had a heck of a time getting to the start as all the streets were blocked off. Then it dawned on me, after many U-turns and failed attempts, that I am in this dam race, and a some what lawless country, so I pointed the Mighty HUSABERG down the only open street around heading the wrong way. I had to pass numerous cops who did nothing, and the streets parted like the Red Sea and in 22 seconds I was there at the start. I still had about 20-30 minutes before it was my turn to shake Sal's hand and begin my 1296.39 mile jaunt down the Baja. I ran into a buddy from Montana who raced last year and who I rode with last summer. Also a Japanese guy who spoke no English with some sort of press badge or something held up his camera to me and nodded and then snapped a bunch of photos of the beautiful BERG. He got some close ups. I am sure he was a Spy from Honda. I felt remarkably calm at the start. Then it was my turn and I left.
After rounding the first corner I saw Matt with the video camera, which I did not expect. So of course I pulled a wheelie, it had to be done, its what you do, and didn't flip over. I hit the Red Bull jump in the wash with a little heat and caught some baby air, this jump is always clean and guarded. Then I settled into my snails pace. I actually went out a little to hard the first 400 miles. My computer told me I was averaging a little over 37mph, and the first 400 miles had most of the slower, tough stuff. Lots of teams didn't even make mile 400. I had a huge scare, and my first myocardial infarction at race mile 30 or so. I hit the first pavement section and the Berg died. I was sort of freaking. It was an air or fuel issue so I pulled the filter I had over the vent hoses, this was the quickest and easiest thing I thought to check. It seemed to work as the bike ran great until the end of the first night. More later, I've run out of room. cheeseberger