With a time of 25:54:06 Car 1607 returns to the start/ finish line 15th out of 24 vehicles in its class. Sal fish was there waiting to shake our hands as big Adrian handed chilled local cognac through our front window. Sal remembered me and asked how my first race was.... I didn't know how to answer that and instead wanted to make sure our drinking cognac at the finish line didn't in some way conflict with his Tecate beer sponsorship. He laughed and told me to enjoy my drink. I deserved it.
We were exhausted. Past any point of fatigue I had ever reached in my life. I didn't have it in me to unclip the hans device and just sat their grinning as it all happened around me. We had done it. Its important that I say we as even though this adventure is narrated from my perspective my copilot had done an incredible job. Having spent 22 or the 26 hours of the race navigating he was drained but he was with me till the end- slurring his notes through a splattered visor he was too tired to whip clean. Alex was a real hero and all this from a city slicker that, before this adventure began, had only ever been camping once- and that was in the garden of someone's estate in the Hamptons.
I remember being handed something through the window by a woman as we crossed the finish line which I jammed into my pocket without a second thought. I discovered them as I sat talking to Paula, my girlfriend. It was a small Blue pin. On it, it says Tecate Score Baja 1000- Finisher.
Suddenly this was the most valuable possession I owned.