With literally two minutes to spare Alex, having forgotten the BFG Pitbook in his hotel room, makes it back to the car just as we are about to cross the start line. I cannot tell you how much hatred for Alex filled my heart at this moment as I waited nervously for him to reappear. With half the competitors still rev'ing their engines behind me I pondered being the first person ever to drive off without his co-pilot when finally I saw his red face slaloming thought the sea of brown faces. Having hitch hiked the mile between hotel and start line with a Mexican woman and her autistic son, Alex jumps in through the roof, straps on his helmet, straps in his beard harnesses and plugs in his intercom. Suddenly the labored breaths of a very unfit man fill my ears and I refocus my own hatred on calming Alex. I needed his mind focused on the task at hand and though i wanted to head butt him unconsciousness I knew that soon we would be making the most important handshake of our lives. Shaking the hand of race owner and Score Baja 1000 legend, Sal Fish who shakes every singles racers hand both at the start line and at the finish.
Sal commented on how great our car looked and advised "we try not to get her too dirty". with some 400 entrants I didn't expect such a sincere and heart felt interaction with a man that has been doing this for 40 years. I told him that this Score Baja 1000 was my first official race ever and I think its safe to say I shocked a man who has heard it all. Suddenly all the frustrations passed and my reasons for being here came back to me. I was here to test myself and see if the cut of my jib was as tough as i'd hoped. Nothing like a good storm to see if the sails hold up.