Dakar – lessons from the longest race on earth. Part 3

Did you ever have “imposter syndrome”? Where you don’t feel like you belong here? Where everyone else seems to know what they are doing and what is going on, and you are trying to figure it out? When you ask “What am I doing here?”
There is still a poor kid from Bridgeport inside, and now you’re talking about going to Saudi Arabia to race what?
There is no school for racing in Dakar. There is no school for racing in Baja, for that matter. That’s why our Into the Dust movies are so popular on YouTube. They show how to do it, start to finish. You can’t see that anywhere else.
I learned that I’d have to go to Morocco to race a five-day rally there first. Then, if I finished, I could enter the Dakar Rally. Heck, I didn’t even really understand what a rally was. All the racing I had done was start to finish, and it’s over. A rally is different. You have a course to run each day. It’s called a “Stage”. They time you, and add your daily times together. If you do not finish one day, you are out. At the end, whoever has the lowest time wins.
I didn’t really care about winning; I just wanted to finish. Less than half of the top drivers in the world finish – even with a team of mechanics on your side.
So, I entered the Morocco Rally in October of 2024. My goal was to go to Dakar in January of 2025. I had raced 3 other races in Baja that year, and still had the Baja 1000 to race in November. That’s a lot of racing. A race is a one-week trip, usually. Morocco would be a ten-day trip. It’s a big commitment.
I’ve told the Morocco story before. Here’s a brief summary. Jamie recommends a co-driver from Argentina, Bruno Jacomy. I need a good co-driver to navigate. The navigation is not GPS – it’s a “road book,” and it’s very tricky. It’s a five-day rally. Day one goes well. On day two, we get into big sand dunes. I’m hot, and I get spatial disorientation. These dunes are like giant buildings. You can flip over the top lips easy. It’s undulating waves of tan. At midday with the sun straight up, there are no shadows, and what you feel and what you see are different. I puked. Many do. Dunes are not easy. I did not want to go on, but had to. Can’t stay way out here in the middle of nowhere. Bruno points – that way. Nothing but dunes. Mercifully, it ends on hardpack and rocks.
I’m told there are dunes for the next two days. OMG.
Morning number three, I wake up at 4 am. Ut-oh. I got it. The bug. I didn’t drink any water. But I got the microbe in me. Coming out of both ends. Really sick. Sweating. Moaning. I wonder if it will pass for me to race. I can’t miss a stage. I get up and get my gear on. Can’t eat breakfast. I am lying on the ground in front of my car, moaning. Time to go. I get in the car and strap in, wondering how I am going to go to the bathroom and thinking about how long it takes to get unstrapped and climb out of this thing and get this “onezie” race suit off.
We get the green flag, I go. But I can’t do it. I am so sick. The devil is in me. Sore you can push through. Hurt you can endure. Tired, you can put aside. But dizzy and sick like this? No. I pull over, get out, and get in the chase vehicle and lie down. Bruno drives the car on the road to the next bivouac. I thought I was out of the race. In Dakar, I would have been. In Morocco, as long as I start, I am still in the race!
Day 4 and big dunes are coming. I am worried. Will they be my downfall? I have no choice but to face my fear and figure it out. Here we go. I see them coming in the distance. Giant waves of danger and confusion. I figured it out and did well.
Day 5 – piece of cake. Finished!
I went home, and raced the Baja 1000 in November. Then I head to Dakar on Dec 30 as planned- right? I was burned out. Physically and mentally. Worn down to a nub. Shot. I can’t go to the longest Rally in the world and race 14 days in a row when my gas tank is on E before I even get there! What to do. Arrangements are all made. I have to bail. I postponed to January 2026. No choice. It turned out to be the right thing to do.
A year goes by. I dread the dunes all year. Saudi Arabia has way more dunes than Morocco. Sometimes you are in them all day long.
I leave for Saudi Arabia in a few days.
That’s when I thought it was over….
Wow! That makes me dizzy just thinking of it!