Back on the trail he was soon met by rain, vehicles going the wrong way on one-way roads, rock-throwing locals and multiple booby traps. Unfortunately, booby traps are made by the locals so that they can create their own excitement by watching riders fail.
Kelly eventually passed the bike to the Desert Yoda who rode like the seasoned veteran he is. Through rain and silt, he saw the first trophy trucks coming up behind him. The trophy truck is an obstacle in itself because most of the time it is going faster than you on the bike and it wouldn’t feel very good if an 800 horsepower monster ran you over.
Next up on the bike was Matt, who was our only rider that had not been able to pre-run his section. For never seeing the course, he did a great job racing with trophy trucks all night, avoiding booby traps, and clearing some cactus plants along the way with his arm. Matt completed his exhausting section and then quickly passed out on the tailgate of the chase truck. Next up was Dave; an experienced rider with multiple Baja’s under his belt.
On the other side of the peninsula, Clint (my brother), our chase crew, and I waited around mile 800 throughout the night. We were expecting Dave to arrive early that morning and to pass the bike to Clint for the last leg of the rest. As dawn drew close, Clint began the process of gearing up for his ride, and since both of our tracking systems were now working only sporadically, if at all, we did not have an exact location of Dave or a good estimation of his ETA.
Bike 337X was out of the race.