Chapter FIVE – Early Drama
My first stop in the 1000 was a gas pit at Ojos Negros, a little poor dusty town outside of Ensenada. When I pre-ran this section the kids would chase after me and I always had plenty of race team stickers for them. The race coming directly through their town…
Chapter Four – Father and Son Strike Again
“If wrinkles must be written on the brow, let them not be written on the heart. The spirit should not grow old.” – James A. Garfield June is hot in the Baja desert. Very hot. In fact, in the 2016 Baja 500 two motorcycle riders died from the heat. Victor…
Zero minus one
I was lined up at the Baja 1000 start. At the last minute the starting rider on the 1x team, Colton Udall, comes walking through the crowd of bikes and riders in the starting gate shouting, asking if anyone has an extra red blinker light for his backpack. I always…
Chapter Three “…or die in the attempt”
“There are two types of suffering in the world; short-term and long-term. You have to decide which one you want.” I rolled up the staging at the Baja 1000 starting line with ten other Ironman competitors. Bright lights took away the darkness. It was just after 4 AM. I was…
Broken bones and bloody needles in the dirt
(First race of the four-race series - the "SanFelipe 250", 320 miles, April 2018) Victor and I executed our plan well on race day. At dawn the race began on the beachfront main drag of San Felipe. I rode great but I didn’t override the course. At about mile 50,…
Seeing stars – during the day
San Felipe was a town on the eastern shore of Baja along the Sea of Cortez. They have been racing around there for many years, and routes they use are never groomed. What do racing wheels do to the sandy terrain around San Felipe? They “whoop it out”. “Whoops” are…
Chapter Two – The race to THE race
Run God’s Risk “Live. If you live, God will live with you. If you refuse to live, he’ll retreat to that distant heaven and be merely a subject for philosophical speculation. Everyone knows this but no one takes the first steps, perhaps for fear of being called insane.” – Paulo…
Chapter one – Unfinished Business
“What one can be, one must be” – Abraham Maslow I woke up at 2:10 am, 20 minutes before my alarm went off. Who can sleep well before riding a dirt bike solo in the longest non-stop cross country race in the world? I ate what I had planned to…
"Balance"
To be "balanced" is to be average. But "balance" is an action word. A constant reevaluation of what is going on in our life compared to what we want to go on. We're off to the left. Balance. Off to the right. Balance. What we really want is harmony between…
Chapter FIVE – Early Drama
My first stop in the 1000 was a gas pit at Ojos Negros, a little poor dusty town outside of Ensenada. When I pre-ran this section the kids would chase after me and I always had plenty of race team stickers for them. The race coming directly through their town was big excitement for them. Heck, it was big excitement for much of the peninsula, with 300,000 fans coming out to watch, many of them camping out. Even schools close for two days for the race.
For the 1000 we needed three chase trucks. Javier and Oscar would be in one truck. Javier Gonzalez was a mechanic from SoCal who chased Tanner and me when we won the Sportsman Class in 2015. Oscar Hale was a rider from El Rosario in Baja who has been riding down there for 42 years! He is 57 years old and has competed in the Baja 1000 before. Oscar pre-ran the course with me for three long Baja days. When you do that with a guy, you’re bonded. He is a tough and wise rider and I have a lot of respect for him.
Oscar’s family has a famous restaurant called Mama Espinosa’s. The inside of the restaurant is a shrine to Baja desert racing. In the first Baja 1000 in 1967, there were no pits set up. Racers would stop at mile 66, Mama Espinosa’s. Mama was Oscar’s grandmother. She would give the racers food and gas and tell them to “go quick”. She and her restaurant (and hotel) became part of desert racing history. She lived to be 109 years old.
In another chase vehicle, the van, were Victor and Arturo. Arturo was another Baja native and racing veteran. He competed in one Baja 1000 years ago and won his class. He is an encouraging gentleman and I can tell he really cares about the people around him.
Last, but far from least, was an SUV with my friends Kevin Koval from Albany New York and Bobby Miles from Cincinnati Ohio. Bobby chased on both previous Ironman attempts, and Kevin on the first one. They both got to see something I missed – Tanner finishing the 2016 Baja 1000 Ironman.
We needed three vehicles to be sure they could see me at all our stops at the bottom of the course. There were sections where I would go faster than the chase truck and beat them to the next stop. By having multiple chase vehicles they could leapfrog each other to make sure I had coverage everywhere I needed it.
I can say I have a special bond with each of my support team members. We have been through a lot together. I know these guys will do everything in their power to get me across the finish line.
After pre-running, I made a detailed plan. I will go this many miles per hour on average from here to here. I will arrive here at this time. I will turn right and meet you on the left side of the road. I will need this and this and to change goggles from clear to tinted here. Every detail was planned. We reviewed the plan at a long meeting before the race. We went over things many times.
“A simple plan, executed perfectly and calmly.”
That was our motto. We said it a dozen times together. This is exactly why Victor was shaken when the plan seemed to fall apart before I ever got to the first stop at mile 33.
Victor called to Javier on the radio as he drove away from the start line towards where he was supposed to be. “Ok, we are nearing mile 33. You should be there right Oscar?” “No, we are at mile 16.” “You should be in front of me at mile 33”. “No, me and Arturo decided to go here.” “What? That wasn’t the plan…” “No, that’s what we are supposed to do.”
Back and forth it went and Victor was horrified when he thought that everyone had changed a finely tuned plan on the fly. Then he figured out what was going on. He was talking to another race team, 721x, who was using the same frequency and also had an “Oscar” and an “Arturo”! What are the chances of that! It was a huge relief for Victor when he figured it out.
I never knew anything was happening out on the race course. I looked for the big yellow sign that read 714x, at mile 33 and there it was. I pulled into the truck, saw Javier, told him everything was great and went on.
Seventy miles an hour now, into the darkness.
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Chapter Four – Father and Son Strike Again
“If wrinkles must be written on the brow, let them not be written on the heart. The spirit should not grow old.” – James A. Garfield
June is hot in the Baja desert. Very hot. In fact, in the 2016 Baja 500 two motorcycle riders died from the heat. Victor and I had a plan to keep me cool and survive that we were perfecting from the San Felipe 250 race in April. Ice in my hydration pack, staying wet when possible, ice cold cooler water cloths on my neck at chase truck stops, etc.
My son Tanner, who had already finished the Baja 1000 and had nothing more to prove, did not want to make the big commitment to race the whole season. But, he did bite at the Baja 500. It was a different distance, and he wanted to see what he could do. We flew out to pre-run it and the course was stunningly beautiful. It had the tough 80-mile Borrego Loop but went up into the mountains in areas we had never seen before.
We flew home and two weeks later we came back for the race. We were in for a surprise. We were nearly the first ones to pre-run the course. By race day pre-running racing trucks and race vehicles of all stripes had chewed up the course so bad we hardly recognized it. In places, you could say they destroyed the course. It was much more technical and difficult for motorcycles now.
Both Tanner and I had our plans and we both executed them perfectly. Victor and Arturo took great care of me during the race, and I clicked off section by section. Starting at 4 AM and finishing at 1 AM, I finished in 21 hours. Tanner finished in 17 hours. There were seven starters and five finishers in the Ironman Class. I became the oldest finisher of the Baja 500 Ironman class, and Tanner and I became the first father and son to ever finish an Ironman race.
We made history at the Baja 500, and I left there feeling great about my prospects for the Baja 1000. What I did not think much about was the season points championship. I was in third place after two races. I also learned of a prestigious award called the Milestone Award for any vehicle that finishes every mile of every race in the season. Two races left and a new reason to finish the Baja 1000.
Sometimes we say no when we could say yes. Some people say “no” as a default. They take themselves out of things before it even starts. I am not some expected desert motorcycle racer. I am a 54-year-old entrepreneur and father from the northeast, a world away from any desert. I said yes one day. Then I said yes again. Then again.
Saying “yes”, I’ll try it, do it, go there, experience it, see what it’s about – well that’s a life of adventure. No is a life of self-imposed limitation.
“It is magnificent to grow old, if one keeps young.” – Harry Emerson Fosdick
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Zero minus one
I was lined up at the Baja 1000 start. At the last minute the starting rider on the 1x team, Colton Udall, comes walking through the crowd of bikes and riders in the starting gate shouting, asking if anyone has an extra red blinker light for his backpack. I always used them, but this year it was a rule you had to have one. The 1x would not have to worry about getting run over by a race truck that would be released like hounds catching up to the bikes 5 hours after us, as they’d stay ahead of them. But they wouldn’t let the 1x bike go without the little $3 blinker. “Colton” I yelled. I had two and I gave him one off my pack. He gave me a bro hug as I saved the team starting on time. In that class, seconds count.
They released bikes every thirty seconds. I rolled up, ten feet each time. Three, two, one…green flags go up in front of me, and I roll the throttle open. A few city blocks, down into a river wash where I passed Liz. I knew I’d likely see her again – she was tough. Through the city, pop up onto streets again and out into the desert. I took advantage of the sugar high of the start, knowing it would wear off soon enough. This was it. A whole year of preparation, and here I was, rolling, in the race.
As with any big goal, after all the pondering, planning, dreaming and goal setting, in the end, you have to do something – take action. That time was now!
It was a relief. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I knew how to ride well and I was at home on the bike. When you’re racing, you don’t have to think about preparation and planning. You don’t have to worry about working out or eating well or staying healthy. You just stay on course and focus on one thing – finding your next stop. It’s either a gas pit called “Baja Pits”, your chase truck, which I had planned to meet 16 times in the race, or a checkpoint. Most times there were two or more of these at the same place.
Racing the whole season was a good move. I felt more prepared for this race than ever before because of it. I was a Baja veteran now as this was my seventh race there. People knew me from our movie which most every race fan and participant had seen. I knew many parts of the course really well. I had lain in bed and visualized nearly all 806 miles in my mind. I had finished this race in my head many times by now. This was just another run through it – with much higher consequences.
“You’ll see it when you believe it.”
I really believed I could do this. Especially after we made history at the Baja 500 in June.
I am really enjoying reading about your adventure. Thanks!
Can you please send out the link to your movie again?
Hello Doris,
with pleasure! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYaQLS-7ejU&lc=z22jdb3hflfetjiil04t1aokgev5lgxbnsa2ziklw2firk0h00410
You created good karma for yourself and you hadn’t even started the race yet. Class act.
this is a great read, always look forward to the next segment.
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Chapter Three “…or die in the attempt”
“There are two types of suffering in the world; short-term and long-term. You have to decide which one you want.”
I rolled up the staging at the Baja 1000 starting line with ten other Ironman competitors. Bright lights took away the darkness. It was just after 4 AM. I was a Baja veteran now. I knew how it worked.
There is an emotion when you line up for the Baja 1000 Ironman. The emotion had a story behind it, the last two years. Fear makes the wolf bigger. I let go of the story. A year ago I had decided I would beat Baja, or die in the attempt. I would come back over and over and over until I finished. In a strange way, the outcome of this race mattered less than before. If it wasn’t to be this year, I’d be back. That was already decided. I was calmer than before. Adrenaline is your enemy – especially in the Ironman class.
I looked my competition over. There was Jose Carrasco, a local who had finished well in this race before. Rick Thornton, an American who lived in Baja. I pre-ran with Rick last year. He did not finish last year and wound up with rhabdomyolysis – a condition long distance athletes may experience where your muscle tissue dies and release their contents into your bloodstream and pollute your kidneys which could lead to their failure. It’s very dangerous and he was hospitalized. There was Boe Huckins, who had won the Ironman Class one year and did not finish another year. There was Francisco Septien, who was a local that had a motorcycle shop in Ensenada where we were starting and finishing the race. Francisco had won the Ironman before and had many different class championships to his name.
Then there was Liz Karcz – almost the first Ironwoman. She is a 32-year-old trauma nurse from Albuquerque New Mexico. Her dream was to finish the whole race series. She is a great rider and doesn’t quit. She’s really tough and her competing was no joke. Being a woman, she gets quite a bit of attention. Many were rooting for her – including me. I started 7th out of ten, behind Liz.
I decided I would not compete against anyone – I’d help them. I told them if they needed any help out there to flag me down or look for my chase vehicles and 714x signs. I told my crew to help any other rider, including Ironmen. (Not that they wouldn’t anyway…)
There was only one person I was competing against in this race and he was sitting on my bike.
Epic. Truly such a great attitude.
Love the photo – love the story and adventure!
Enjoying the story
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Broken bones and bloody needles in the dirt
(First race of the four-race series – the “SanFelipe 250”, 320 miles, April 2018)
Victor and I executed our plan well on race day. At dawn the race began on the beachfront main drag of San Felipe. I rode great but I didn’t override the course. At about mile 50, number 702x, Tony Gera came past me. He had won the Baja 1000 Ironman a couple years earlier. About 30 minutes later I saw a bike down on the left side of the course and a rider laying on the right side. I stopped and went back.
“Are you ok?” I saw his race pants were torn open at his thigh. Race pants are really hard to tear.
“My leg is broken,” he said to me.
“Is it your femur?” I expected him to say yes as that’s where his pants were torn. Broken femurs can be life-threatening.
“No. It’s my fib/tib” he said.
There was nothing I could do.
“I’ll tell them at the next pit” I promised.
*******
Five hours later, a little past midway I pulled into a pit and it was nearly 100 degrees. I did not expect Chris Haines, the owner of the support team and Baja racing legend to tap me on the shoulder as they were quick fueling my bike. “Do you want an IV?” “No” I said. “Are you sure?”
Last year Chris’s team won the pro motorcycle championship in Baja – a goal he had been chasing for 20 years. This year, his team would have the #1 number plate. So at our home base hotel it was 1x and 714x, me. (A three digit number starting with a 7 means Ironman class, and x means motorcycle, since there are more than twenty classes of four-wheel vehicles in these races).
The pro teams are in it to win it and they have a chase helicopter with radio communications to the rider. Well, the 1x helicopter never showed; it broke down. To ride in the chase helicopter, Chris gets a Navy Seal medic from San Diego. Why? These Pro riders are hanging it all out there and when they crash, it can be spectacular – and I do not mean that in a good way. I suggested that Chris hire a helicopter from a race truck crew to at least follow the 1x bike for the first three hours, since the motorcycles get the green flag four hours before the trucks did. When the helicopter had to drop the 1x team’s medic and go back to follow their own race truck, the medic got in the 1x chase truck. That’s how they happened to be there at that pit to see me.
I thought about the IV. It was very hot, but I was drinking a lot from my pack, and at chase truck stops Victor would put a washcloth from the cooler water on my back and saturate my jersey with water before I left. That would make the next fifteen minutes much cooler from evaporative cooling until I was dry again. (In a race, I’d sweat, but never get wet during the day because of the fast evaporation rate.) But I did want to see how an IV would make me feel. Some Baja 1000 riders got IV’s in the middle of the race to rehydrate them and ”wake them up”.
“Ok!” I yelled over my engine. Jimmy Holly took the bike from me as I got off it and I followed the Seal Medic behind the truck. He stuck a needle in my arm and put two bags of saline with a little sugar in me. It took ten minutes or so, maybe a little more. When he was done he took the bloody needle out of my arm and threw it in the sand. It was like a war movie or something.
I hopped back on my bike with a new rear tire the mechanics had put on in the meantime, and I was off. I didn’t feel anything. Not worse, not better. Would I have felt worse later without the IV? I can’t say for sure. But I knew now what was involved.
The race took me 12 hours. There were 12 Ironman starters and seven finishers. I was seventh. If I knew how close I was to sixth, I could have skipped the I.V. or one of the last breaks with Victor, but I just wanted to finish. I was racing my race, not against anyone else.
When I pulled into the finish in San Felipe I realized it was the first finish line I had ever seen in Baja. In 2015 Tanner had finished the race that I had started. The next two years of Ironman attempts I never finished. It was a great feeling and something I wanted more of.
Wow! That had me on the edge of my seat !
You tell an awesome story. I have read your book, seen the You Tube movie, and just really look forward to these blogs! Thanks for sharing your talent and the stories!
Great story! Congrats on your first finish! Curious how many miles remained when you accepted the needle (IV). Bummer re Tony.
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Seeing stars – during the day
San Felipe was a town on the eastern shore of Baja along the Sea of Cortez. They have been racing around there for many years, and routes they use are never groomed. What do racing wheels do to the sandy terrain around San Felipe? They “whoop it out”. “Whoops” are waves in the sand caused by wheel action. A wheel under either acceleration or braking hits the face of a bump and digs a little dirt out and throws it backwards. Keep doing this thousands or tens of thousands of times and you have three-foot troughs and peaks. A motorcycle going through there works a lot harder and travels a lot slower than on level ground.
Everyone knows the San Felipe 250 may be a “short” race at a mere 320 miles this year, but the terrain around San Felipe is the toughest in Baja. It included the “Borrego Loop”, an 80-mile section of some of the toughest of the tough. This race was no gimme.
The first day of pre-running went well, but 170 miles after a Connecticut winter of no riding kicked my butt. Day two felt better, until it didn’t.
I met up with two Mexican riders who were also pre-running. I decided to ride with them because I was riding alone, and that is dangerous. If you go down and get hurt, nobody is around. I was chugging along at 40 mph and hit a rock sticking up I did not see because it was the same color as the sand and the sun was directly overhead with no shadows. It was as if a grenade had gone off under me and my rear wheel was suddenly above my head as I unicycled on the front wheel at speed.
With the slow motion that comes before eminent disaster, I thought, “would I save this one?” Nope. I went over the bars and hit the ground, head first. It was one of those crashes where you just lay still for a minute and think “Did that really just happen?” Then you move one finger at a time. “Ok, that’s alright. And this is ok….”. When I stood up I was seeing stars. My vision was impaired. Damn! A concussion. I’d had my fair share of those.
I didn’t have memory loss, thank God. That would be a big problem out there. I was 35 miles from Victor and forgetting where I was and where I was going and how to get there in the middle of the desert – well, that’s like a movie that has happy vultures in the end.
My Mexican riding mate asked if I was ok. After waiting a few minutes, I told him to go on. There is nothing he could do. A pre-running race buggy pulled up. There was nothing they could do either. I waited fifteen minutes and decided I had to ride with tunnel vision and bright dots tracing across my eyes. After 15 minutes riding that way the unexpected happened. My vision cleared up. Whew. That was close.
I had a brand new helmet on that we got from a sponsor – an Italian company called Just One. It was an awesome helmet, but it wasn’t brand new anymore. I landed in gravely sand. I thought about how if I landed on a rock like the one that I struck, it could have been far worse. Head to rock? Concussion at best. Leg or arm to rock? Broken bones. Ribs or back to rock?
Well, let’s not think about that. Ride. Get back to Victor.
Ok, I know why I get you Larry. You are just a little bit crazy, but in a good way! I am amazed when reading this.
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Chapter Two – The race to THE race
Run God’s Risk
“Live. If you live, God will live with you. If you refuse to live, he’ll retreat to that distant heaven and be merely a subject for philosophical speculation. Everyone knows this but no one takes the first steps, perhaps for fear of being called insane.” – Paulo Coelho
Nine months before the Baja 1000 I had decided I would race the entire four-race desert racing series in Baja. The experience would be valuable for me to achieve my ultimate goal – to become one of less than 20 riders to ever finish the Baja 1000 Ironman class and be the oldest among them. The schedule looked like this –
San Felipe 250 April 320 miles
Baja 500 June 542 miles
Tijuana Challenge September 128 miles
Baja 1000 November 806 miles
March in Connecticut is still winter and I can’t ride here. So to have a 340-mile race on April 3 is a little sudden. I had been working out at CrossFit a lot and running in the cold.
Baja, a 1000-mile long peninsula in Mexico that starts just south of San Diego, is the off-road racing capital of the world. It is a wonderland for off-road racing. There is no way that the United States, with all its land use regulations, laws, lawyers, and other ideas about how to use seemingly endless tracts of unused desert wilderness would let this happen in their country. I have come to love Baja and the people there for so many reasons.
When you race in Baja it’s a good idea and pretty much protocol for all serious racers to “pre-run” the racecourse. Each year’s course is laid out a little different through the Baja desert. When you pre-run, you only ride during the day so you can see what you are getting into. You can also make a race plan, deciding where you’d see your chase truck, and learn what and how to strategize each section of the course.
For the San Felipe 250 I had a new driver named Victor Abitia. Victor had dual citizenship and lived in just south of Tijuana in Rosarito on the Pacific Ocean, but often rode his motorcycle across the border to work. Victor looks like a gringo, but he spoke perfect Spanish and perfect English. When locals saw us together they’d talk to us like we were both Americans; sometimes trying to sell something, serving us, or the occasional hustle. But when Victor opened his mouth, they knew he was one of them. We had fun with this sometimes, as Victor would wait to reveal himself. Victor was always smiling and had fantastic people skills. Restaurants, border crossings, military checkpoints – it didn’t matter, Victor would have everyone smiling. We became good friends very quickly.
Our plan was to pre-run 170 miles on Monday, 170 miles on Tuesday, and race the 320 mile San Felipe race on Friday. I had raced 831 miles five months earlier. Surely 320 miles was a piece of cake – right?
It wasn’t.
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Chapter one – Unfinished Business
“What one can be, one must be” – Abraham Maslow
I woke up at 2:10 am, 20 minutes before my alarm went off. Who can sleep well before riding a dirt bike solo in the longest non-stop cross country race in the world?
I ate what I had planned to eat even though I didn’t want to this early – chicken, an apple, an orange, and a banana. All my gear was laid out in perfect order. There was a checklist, a backpack with a hydration bladder and exact items in it, and a “race bag” to go in the chase truck with all that months of thought could determine should be in there.
I had done this exact routine three times before. Each time my son Tanner was in my hotel room with me. Now I was alone. I had unfinished business with 806 miles of beautiful yet hostile desert.
After another year of thinking about it nearly every day, and training my 54-year-old body to perform and take abuse, the moment of reckoning was finally here. It was serious. Either I was going to finish this race on this dirt bike, or something bad was going to happen. Maybe both.
I explained it many times, and I was tired of telling the story this way. The short version was –
– I went on a recreational dirk bike tour in Baja Mexico with my son and friends in Jan 2015.
– We learned about the Baja 1000, the longest non-stop cross-country race in the world and my son Tanner decided we should enter it.
– As a two-man team against teams of 4, 5 and 6, we won the race by 60 seconds in 25 ½ hours in November of 2015. It was quite a story and we made a movie about it called “Into the Dust” on YouTube – the most popular movie about motorcycle racing in Baja ever made.
– Tanner decided he wanted to race in the “Ironman Class” in 2016. It’s solo – no teammates. You do all the riding yourself and you are on the bike for 24-48 hours. You have to be crazy, stupid or a superhero – maybe all three. Only about ten people had finished this race as solo riders so far. Really Tanner??? Ughhhh. Okay, I lost my teammate, so I’ll race Ironman too.
– The first year my 21-year-old son Tanner used all the energy he could muster but finished in 27 ½ hours. I hurt my neck at mile 200 and got to mile 600 in the 855-mile race. I could not finish.
– The next year the course designers went nuts for the 50th anniversary of the race – it was 1134 miles. Tanner was leading the Ironman class for 200 miles but tapped out of the race at mile 607. I ran out of gas at mile 643 and wasted 7 hours waiting for gas in the night. I got going again and made it to mile 831 in 37 ½ hours and could not go on due to exhaustion. I did not finish – again.
– I couldn’t live to old age and keep telling everyone the same damn sad story, let alone myself. I do not quit. So, here I was.
I got my gear on, paying attention to every detail. I had tested everything. Different socks, neck braces, knee braces, helmets, goggles, boots, undergarments, and dozens of other things. In a race as long as this, little problems become big ones and cause stress to the body, as if there wasn’t enough already.
For example, the second little toe knuckle on my left foot sticks up a little higher than the rest. It was something I had never noticed until I put a motocross boot on and rode for 30 hours. Then the skin rubs off it from rubbing against the top of the inside of my boot – so I wrap it with medical tape. Such detail would make the next two days of my life more “comfortable”.
I went through my checklist – nothing more to do than to walk out to the parking lot across the street from the San Nicolas Hotel and see my team. They would be my lifeline – keeping me going and who knows – maybe keeping me alive.
It was waiting for me again under the orangey lights. A willing fire-breathing Honda 450X hot rod. It was built just for me and just for this. We would be one for the next 30 plus who knows how many hours. I put my helmet on, checked the GPS, and headed for the starting line.
I knew the drill. I was calm and full of resolve. I resolved to accept whatever happens. I resolved that I would come back again and again until I beat the desert and finished. And I resolved that after this year I definitely did not want to do this again – it was torture. There was one goal – to cross the finish line in less than the 36 hours time limit for this years’ 806-mile long course.
That’s it. Finish in time. I had staked all I could on achieving it.
I’ve been waiting for this. I look forward to every detail!
Best of luck Larry from one 54 yr old to another. Sounds grueling. One of the many reasons I like golf!!
Larry
I love the Baja Peninsula and was intrigued in your quest to complete the race. The interactive website was excellent to track your progress in relation to the other racers and enjoyed following it. Congratulations to you and Ensenada is one of my favorite towns down there.
I enjoyed following you on the website. Looking forward to the play by play of the race. Thanks for sharing and congrats again! I like your bike, too. What an animal (both of you).
Love these stories Larry and I’m of proud of you no matter what happens for 806 miles.
Breath taking story. I am supposed to be studying but i read and reread your story. Thanks for th encouragement. Doug Bess
Looking forward to the story.
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"Balance"
To be “balanced” is to be average. But “balance” is an action word. A constant reevaluation of what is going on in our life compared to what we want to go on. We’re off to the left. Balance. Off to the right. Balance.
What we really want is harmony between who we are on the inside and who we are on the outside.
Make adjustments this year. Happy New Year everyone!
I had a great 2018, and I will make 2019 another great one – and I hope you do too. If my work can help you in any way, I would be honored! Stay tuned – lots of great stuff coming out!
In fact, I think I’ll start my race story in the very next Think Daily for you. The posts will be a bit longer than usual for a while. I hope you get something out of it.
Blessings!
Seems like 2018 was a gathering year of ideas, information, noticing, verifications, a trusted system of putting it all together. 2019 for me will be the year of High Value Actions ! I’ve got this now and know the “WHY” 🙂
Thank You Larry…you were the kick off for me!
Have a Happy New Year an a even better year in 2019
Happy New Year to you as well! Thank you for your leadership and your willingness to help all of us. I am about to finish up my first year with Baker’s (and with the world of waterproofing) and it has been a great year of learning new things–I am expecting the new year to be one of continued growth for me. It is a good thing to be a part of the Baker’s team. I look forward to your blogs every morning.
Happy New yr ! Blessings to you Larry !
Looking forward to the racing stories, your perseverance is amazing and awe inspiring.
Happy New Year, Larry! I always enjoy your morning posts. Thank you for your inspiring words.
Wishing everyone in Seymour a Safe, Happy & Healthy New Year’s!!!
“Balance is an action word.” Thank you for the reminder that balance doesn’t just happen on its own. I’m thinking back to my second graders adjusting objects on each side of a scale to achieve balance. The varied objects were different sizes and unknown weights. Sometimes placement was done by chance, sometimes by guessing, but many times placement decisions were calculated with careful evaluation for which varied objects would create the desired balance. We can certainly use past experiences to help us achieve the balance we know is best for our best self, however we are often faced with new challenges that impel us to carefully evaluate the next step we take. May everyone have a harmonious and balanced new year!
Short posts are the best, please try to keep them as short as possible. Long ones are next to impossible for me to read.
Happy New Year to all. 2019 will be awesome. Thank you LJ.
I would just like to say Thank You. I share your thoughts with my team almost daily.
Zach
Happy New Year Larry and your whole team!
I value your blogs and very much your race story. I want to share that one with our grandson. He is into dirt bikes and doesn’t read well. He’s son to be eight! Thank you
Happy , healthy, prosperous, and balanced 2019 to yo and to yours!
I’m waiting with great anticipation. Hopefully I will make it back to Baja someday.
Happy New Year Larry and thank you so much for doing these weekly posts. I am about to complete my first year in sales as a career and this has been my most financially productive year by a far length. I have always been about personal growth, but really had to take a break and learn this trade. Thanks to you I have been able to feed that part of my life and in these slower months I am picking the personal growth back up. Thanks you for investing in us and providing such a great example through your company.
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Reality is not fixed.
It’s yours for the making.
Do you know this?
Wow! So true…we can make our own reality good or bad. Reading a book called “ Your Best Year” by Michael Hyatt
Have a great New Year!
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Nice Historys !! Mr Janesky!!