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Dakar Diary-4
Right away Steve and I rode together on the liaison. He was having some light or roadbook issues so I think I lead the way to the Special. It was only 96km but the next 405km were to change our lives forever. There was a lot of sand and some crummy, rocky roads to tend with right away. I had some problems with the sandy tracks pretty early on so I opted to not try to hang with Steve. His comfort pace was a bit quicker than mine so trying to keep up for a full day didn’t seem like the wisest thing to get it to the finish. The landscape was incredible. When I would come into a Speed Zone limited to 30 or 50kph I had some time to at least check out the villages a little. The people were beautiful and the handmade mud homes just like you see on tv. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to the layout of the villages. Homes were on top of other homes, stacked three high and dug into the hillside. The communities were very functional to the outside observer, no fuss, no muss. I am sure there is an order to disorder but I couldn’t for the life of me figure it out. I know we’ll go back there at some point in the future to do some riding. The entire country just begs to be explored and I couldn’t think of a better way to do it than on a bike.
Around the 140km mark in a particulary fast section I came up on Elmer’s bike, #107, parked sideways on the road. Someone had righted it maybe as a caution, I don’t know. It had clearly been cartwheeled but of course I never assumed the worst. I stopped for a second and checked out the area but there was no sign of anything or anybody. I turned right around and continued on my way down the course not thinking much of it really. I knew he was out of the race and I couldn’t help but feel horrible that we would no longer be meeting at Dakar. His dream of reaching the Pink Lake shattered by an unsuspecting rock or dip in the road. Of the four JJE Team Racing members only Steve and I remaine.
Everything changed at that moment. Everything. Steve and I in a very quiet tone said to each other, “let’s just get it to the finish”. We bid farewell to Jonah and made our way down the course. Humongous floods of emotions overwhelmed my helmet. What about Philip? If only I could get to Philip. He just lost his brother. Oh my god, this cannot be happening. Of course, thoughts of quitting entered my mind and I am sure Steve’s for a little bit. Every time I thought about quitting huge speakers in my head would go off and it was Elmer telling me to be careful and just get it to the finish. I would tell him back, “if you get me to the start, I’ll get it to the finish”. I had to do him proud. I knew he’d be at the finish and if I didn’t make it he’d be pissed. He put so much work into my effort and I wasn’t going to let him down.
Since the day was an unassisted day we wouldn’t see our airplane boxes and the vehicles until the following day. When we got the bivouac we were issued a little goodie bag of stuff that included a rather nice pullover with the Dakar emblem on it, some really sweet yellow babushka slippers, a pair of socks and a toiletry bag with toothbrush, paste and soap. We also got two wool blankets for sleeping on the ground. Thank god I had my jacket. It was freezing. The tents were just like all the others but we were actually sleeping where the caterer was. By the time we got in there were already bodies everywhere taking the best spots under the tent. I was forced to sleep out in the open under the stars. I didn’t mind much honestly, I didn’t feel much like socializing that night. When I got settled in and sat still for a few minutes I got to thinking about Elmer long and hard and my own race.
Spice was able to calm the chatter in my head long enough to get it together and we said goodnight. I don’t know what I would have done without her. Back in the bivouac the mood was rather somber but light. The surrounding landscape was almost otherworldly and the tight-knit community of racers inside made for a really bizarre atmosphere. After I got cleaned up and laid all my wet gear out to dry I wrapped myself into the standard issue Dakar wool blankets.
Ouarzazate was freezing that night. There were bodies and gear everywhere without a single piece of real estate available for any latecomers. All around all you could see was about 225 lumps covered in tan blankets 360 degrees around. Thankfully I had my jacket to compliment the wool or else I would have frozen. Shortly after my baguette, pasta, cheese and wine Steve offered to split his sleeping pill with me for the evening. I don’t remember much after that. I put in the earplugs and curled up underneath the blankets and drifted off almost oblivious to the world around. — Chris [next >] [< back to main race reports page]
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