ALEX..DOING GOOD...PASSED MARKER 155 AT 47 MPH. By 9:07 we had expected to be out of the car and relaxing in the race trailer but with a late start of the race darkness fell upon us as we sped across the dry late bed where we had a Taco on our pre-run at the Baja Pits. The decision to light up the car like a Swedish christmas tree pays off as the night before us becomes day. As we pass other pits people shield their eyes as if a meteor was passing by.
Behind us we have The Summit- It was a challenge but we were prepared for the steep and extremely rocky 1st gear plough up the hill. The Summit was one of my genuine fears. I had hear many horror stories of amateurs getting stuck on the narrow path that stops everyone as you and your copilot try and reverse down a ridiculous incline whilst other boisterous maniacs try and ram their way past you. The path up the summit is literally made up of two ft boulders and rocks with a pretty serious drop off once you get doing. One mistake and its over. One hesitation on the throttle and its over. This section is extremely intense and I never imagined the one thousand would be like a rock climb.
Once over the top its the same in reverse but now trying to keep the revs on the engine up and the brakes on which requires footwork similar to Irish morris dancing. With left foot working the clutch and the right foot the brake, you roll your foot to the outside and rev the engine with the side of your right foot. The race engine, even when running at its prime, is set up for full throttle and it doesn't like anything shy of that so this offers a unique challenge and a different approach to driving. Its very counter intuitive to keep the throttle to the floor when the front of the car is pointed off a cliff. We stalled the car once or twice and just bump started it again as we rolled in silence. Alex never flinched and just kept the notes coming like the profession navigator he was turning out to be.