Teamwork

When you want to accomplish a task with a team, you have to plan.  We pre ran the course and made our plan.  We adjusted, talked a lot, went over it many times, and had contingency plans if something went wrong.  We knew what our goal was, and what it was not.  We talked about not getting sucked into racing anyone in the excitement of the race, and to stick to our plan – just finish.

Todd and Kevin completely 100 miles and got the car to Victor and Tony.  They completely 100 miles and got the car back to Todd and Kevin.  Marie and I would wait 14 hours from the end of our first turn to the beginning of our second one. 

I was a Baja veteran and had to most experience racing.  Victor was a tour guide and knew the terrain well too.  Kevin, Todd and Marie had experience chasing, but not racing here.  Tony was new to Baja.  You have to use your teams strengths.  I had planned to drive the worst, roughest parts of the course.  

I usually race Ironman and I’m on a bike the whole time.  Being in the chase vehicles was interesting.  Get to the next location (fighting traffic through little towns where the main highway is the only paved road) and wait.  It’s not easy as the hours and days go by and you’re becoming sleep deprived.

You watch other race vehicles go by.  You see dust coming wondering if that’s your team coming.  No.  Nope.  YES!  It them!  Everyone is ready.   New driver and codriver are dressed and waiting.  Two chase team embers unhook the team in the car so they can get out.  Others clean the lights and check the tires and suspension.  New team gets in and get help hooking everything up.  When all looks good, we give the go signal and the driver, who can’t turn their head to see if anyone is coming, steps on the gas, and disappears into their own dust.

It’s pretty cool.

We’d change out drivers ten times, and co-drivers 12 times.  Just as planned.

I jumped in with Marie for the 70 miles before SanIgnacio – very deep and steep sand whoops followed by a very steep rocky hill climb.  This is where I fell into a cactus in the black night one year.  No worry about that now.  (Who is boss now Mr. Cactus!)  This time it was daytime and hot.  We got the car to a military checkpoint where we planned on switching. Todd and Kevin got in again.

An 11-year-old kid was selling coffee in front a lone abandoned building.  I gave him the few pesos and a five-dollar tip.  Timing is everything.

Todd and Kevin had 170 miles to go including a river crossing and some significant rocks to deal with.  We had outfitted our car with an extra-large 30-gallon gas tank so we had an advantage over many in our class.  Still, 170 miles was a lot.  If they missed the gas pit, we’d be in big trouble.

We started the race at 11:30 am.  It got dark.  Now it was light again.

Almost halfway there….

Four wheels, 1226 miles to go…

We were at the starting line with a very long line of race vehicles in front and behind us – 12 of them were our class – Pro UTV N/A (normally aspirated, meaning not a turbo engine).  We had a stock 1000 cc engine, 80 hp and 2300 pounds to move 1226 miles in the 50 hour time limit.  It’s not a lot of power to that weight, but you have to drive it accordingly. 

My girlfriend Marie was in the passenger seat.  This is no easy job.  It’s a rough ride, and motion sickness is a significant threat while looking at the GPS and calling the turns and not knowing how the driver/terrain would throw you around next. 

Marie had not prerun the course with us, and I did not know if she’d adjust well as the hours went by in the heat of the race.  I had planned to drive 150 miles and had a contingency plan where we could switch her out at mile 36, or mile 68, or mile 105.  Each time we got to a road crossing with Victor waiting to switch out with her, she was good and we drove by.  I was impressed!

The start of the race has everyone 30 seconds apart and jockeying through thick dust for position.  We passed last years Baja 1000 champion, Francisco Arredondo, at mile 3 because he thought there was a 60 mph speed limit and there wasn’t.  I topped out at 74 mph, but 10 miles later in narrow switchbacks he was on me with his siren on signalling me to pull over for him to pass.  There was no place to pull over just there and I went forward looking for one.  I guess he was impatient and he nerfed (rear-ended) us to make his point.  I was not happy about this.

Ten more miles later and a previous points Champion, Kristen Matlock came by us.  That’s ok. Our strategy was NOT to race anyone.  If they wanted to pass, let them pass and focus on not breaking the car or making a mistake.  We just wanted to finish. You don’t worry about what happens at mile 20 in a 1226 mile race.  The terrain was a far more formidable challenge to our competition than we were, and we had control over whether we were going to over-ride the course.

We talked about how it would feel if you were the driver who broke the car or crashed it and took us out of the race, and how that would feel on a loooong plane ride home.  Nobody wanted that.  We envisioned pulling into the finish line in LaPaz and all getting finisher medals around our necks.  That was the goal.  It would not matter if we finished 4th or 8th or 12th.  We’d finish in the 50-hour time limit.

I passed a dozen race vehicles broken down; some crashed.  “Not us.  Smooth and smart” I said in my helmet.  To talk to Marie we had radios in our helmets.  All you had to do was talk.  We were dressed in fire suits,  helmets with an air hose connected to them, with a fire skirt around the bottom of the helmet to keep (fire and) dust out.  We were strapped in tight with a five-point harness and neck restraints.  If you have claustrophobia, this is not for you.

When I pulled into mile 150 in about 4 hours, we were in 5th place and ahead of our race plan. We jumped out and Todd Lutinski and Kevin Koval jumped in for their first turn in the car.

So far, so good.  1076 miles to go…

A New Challenge, A New Adventure

On Nov 18-19 I did something with my friends that was bold, high adventure, and exciting.  I decided to have a race car (a UTV) built for racing the Baja 1000, and 5 friends to be on my team.

Long-time subscribers know that the Baja 1000 is the longest off-road race in the world, and I had entered it five times; once as a team with my son n a motorcycle (we won our class in 2015), and five times in a row solo on a motorcycle.  Doing it solo is perhaps the most physically demanding feat in all of motorsports.  I finished twice, but only once in the time limit. 

Two weeks after last years race I had my knee replaced.  I could not train this year due to a knee getting better so I could not race a motorcycle in the Baja 1000, though I was on a 3-man team for the Baja 400 in September and did very well.  The 1000 is a whole different animal.

I had never raced four wheels before.  If I wanted to race the 1000, four wheels promised to be far easier physically, and would not hurt my knee.  In April I made the decision.  I found the best guy to build a race machine.  We started out with a stock Honda Talon, 1000cc, four seats, and transformed it to an able race machine.

The roll cage was reinforced, the suspension completely redone, bigger wheels, removed the rear seats to ut a big gas tank in, doors welded shut, radios and Lowrance GPS installed, racing seats with five point harnesses, removable steering wheel, fire supression system, and on and on.

My goal was to make great memories with friends with an adventure we’d never forget and just finish the race.  UTV’s can break on the rugged Baja terrain, and our goal was to not break ours and just finish.  The course this year was the second-longest in Baja 1000 history – 1226 miles.  A big challenge.

My team were my friends Kevin Koval from Albany NY area, Tony Hafford from southern Maine, Todd Lutinski from the Boston area, Victor Abitia from Tijuana area and my significant other Marie who would ride as navigator when I was driving.

I had never driven a race car like this and didn’t know how, so I wormed my way into the passenger seat with Jamie Campbell in the Vegas to Reno race this summer.  It was a rude awakening.  Riding in the passenger seat is scary.  You keep saying in your helmet “You got this right?….RIGHT???  Then you get motion sickness and want to puke.  Even the pros do.  (So I recruited Marie to do this for me! lol) (Wow that sounds bad…keep reading).

After months of preparation, we met to prerun the course.  We had a different machine to pre-run, since you don;t want to beat up your race car just before the race. The distance is like riding off-road from New York to Miami.  It FAR.  It took four days to get there when we pre ran it.  In the process, a rim split when Victor and Tony were driving, and a steering tie rod came off when Todd and Kevin were in it.  We persisted and got all the way back to the starting line to make preparations for the start of the race.  Marie joined us then.

We went through registration and tech inspection, and did all the things we needed to do to prepare.  We had three chase trucks – a bigger chase crew than normal for four wheels.  I was in it now.  I came to appreciate the simplicity of racing a motorcycle.

I was supposed to start the race on the 500x motorcycle team at 2 am, race 65 miles for that team, and get a ride back to the starting line to get our race car in staging at 8:30 am.  It turned out the 500x team recruited a total of 7 riders and were not short-handed anymore, so I did not start for them.  Good thing.  The race time limit was 50 hours and I needed all the sleep I could get before it started.

I was at the starting line with Marie, finally waiting for the 30 seconds since the car ahead of us launched into the race, for our light to turn green.

That’s when it all really started….

How would you treat a Million-Dollar Racehorse?

This is an old question but it does stimulate some great thinking.  Last week we talked about how you present yourself to the world.  A few thought the idea was flawed, but how you value (take care of) yourself tells the world a lot about who you are and what they can expect from you.

How much are you worth to you?

If you had a million-dollar racehorse how would you treat it?  Would you feed it junk food?  Would you let it rest all day every day?  Would you work it all day long to exhaustion?  Would you give it beer or wine?

It makes us think about how we treat ourselves.  The time to think about that is now, not when we have a disease or when we realize our life is shortened by our habits. 

How do you treat the priceless you?

Don't give your power away!

When we make excuses or blame others we are exempting ourselves from personal accountability.  It may make us feel better, but we don’t think about how we can do better and avoid mistakes in the future.  

Sure sometimes others played a part in a negative situation, but it’s how we interacted with them and the situation that lead to the ultimate outcome.  Giving ourselves a way out of responsibility by blaming leads to a victim mentality.  

When we say “They are to blame” then we are giving our power away to those same people. We are saying they have power over this area of my life and I don’t.  We become a victim.  

Don’t give your power away by blaming or making excuses.

Instead, ask “what could I have done to avoid the situation or make it better?”.  Take responsibility, even if you made a mistake. 

When you say “I am responsible”, you now have your power back – and with that, you can do amazing things.

Crying?

Crying?  Look in the mirror.  

It’s impossible to cry when you look in the mirror.

What do you see?  

A wimp or a fighter?

Zero Sum Thinking

If someone has more than you, do you have less than you had?

If someone is doing better are you doing worse?

Zero-sum thinking is the idea that there is only so much to go around, so if someone else has more, then (unfairly) you have less.

The world is not a finite pie to be divided equally among all.  Indeed, the poor of today live better than the rich of not too long ago.  So everyone is doing better all the time.

Would you rather live in a world where everyone had equal resources and your chance of doing better were zero, or live in a place where some who were doing better were the preview of coming attractions showing us it’s possible and how?

Changing others – part 2

“There is perhaps no surer mark of folly than an attempt to correct the natural infirmities of those we love.” – Henry Fielding 1707 – 1754

“Whereas I formerly believed it to be my bounden duty to call others to order, I must now admit that I need calling to order myself, and that I would do better to set my own house to rights first.” – Carl Jung

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself” – Cal Thomas

Trying to change others

Here are a few quotes on the subject – 

“Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.” -Thomas A. Kempis

“Changing ourselves is the most effective way to change others.” – Marvin Marshall

There's a costume for every life.

Are you dressing for the old you, or the one you want to be?