Race Day

The Race – Day 1

Early start to day one, we wake at approximately 4:30 am, there are still New Year´s Eve revellers lighting off fireworks and going crazy in the streets. Chris Vestal gives me, Ned and Jonah a ride to parc ferme´. Our official wrist bands get us down the closed roads and right to the gate. It was logistically best for the team for us all to arrive together but that meant a wait for Ned and even longer wait for myself before we could get to our bikes. I managed to get into parc ferme´ a little earlier than the 30 minute window allotted. The extra time was handy as I needed to make adjustments to the ICO, load the road book and just get settled.

Time to go. Leaving parc ferme´ I´m given my time card and take note how much time I have to make the 145 kilometer liaison. Riding down the road leaving town it was impressive how many people came out to watch the show leave town. The roads were packed even when we were in the middle of nowhere people were camped out under the lone shade tree excited to see us ride by. They waved, cheered and snapped pictures like crazy. Any time we came to a stop people would come running up to get a photo. The excitement and enthusiasm of the locals was incredible, and I really didn´t feel I deserved it. They made the effort for us and I felt compelled to wave and acknowledge them back.

Made it to the start of the special, bikes were lined up and the front runners were long gone. Only about a fifteen minute wait and it was my time. I could see the first kilometer of the route from the dust trail wind along the coastal shore line. From the dust being kicked up from the previous riders I knew I did not want to get caught in the trail of the rider starting next to me, the hole shot was important. I planned to get safely through the first stage, not get caught up ´´racing´´ anyone, but getting stuck in some ones dust sucks. I could tell the moment we left the line the rider next to me had no intentions of racing. Easy enough, it was time to enjoy the ride, get through safely with giving up as little time as possible. Things started well as the trail was a rough hard pack mix of sand and stone with a few danger sections to watch out for. This turned into a sand trail that was very soft and wooped out from the previous 180 riders. Not very fun as the bike just did not want to go straight and I didn´t feel comfortable attacking the woops with speed yet. The full tanks made the bike feel like the front wanted to fold in the bottom of each, not comforting and it was giving me arm pump in my throttle arm. This rarely happens and if it does I can usually shake it off fairly quickly. Unfortunately with the deep soft sand woops I couldn’t really get the hand off the bar. This went on for probably ten plus kilomteres, not fun. Eventually we made our way onto the beach where I could find somewhat hard packed surface that wasn´t too rutted. Leaving the beach brought us to a dune section that was very narrow in where we had to navigate. With so many riders before me the route was easy to follow but the sand was now extremely chewed up and loose. The first few climbs went well. Then I approached the first of what would be the two largest dunes of the day, not very big but again chewed up and loose. I began to come across more riders as they struggled in the sand. I made it up no problem but I could tell the motor was working hard. Eventually I approached what was the largest dune climb of the day, there was a considerable drop approaching it but a steep transition climbing so caring big speed approaching really wasn´t possible. I noticed some harder packed sand to the right and a few tire trails that went that direction and then traversed diagonally back to the left and over. Looked good to me until I was already committed, the face of the dune was much steeper than it appeared from the distance, a quick reminder of depth perception can be tricky in the dunes. As I made way diagonally across and up with good momentum the front just started to slide more and more eventually pointing down the face. It was time to ride down the dune, across the bowl and go up from the other side. Should have been easy enough but the more the front turned down the more it dug in to eventually burying itself quickly before I could shift my weight and the bike fell to the downhill side. Not the clean start I wanted and a quick mental note not to go for creative lines in the dunes. Embarrassed there was a huge crowd watching but thankful as many came rushing and had the bike lifted before I could give any kind of direction. The front was still buried deep, it took some time to get it moving again. I made my way down the face of the dune up the steep drop leading to the dune and kind of made my way around to the back side of the dune but needed to make my way back to the top for the way point. This little mishap probably cost me five minutes. Time wasn’t too much of a concern for me on this stage but I wanted to ride clean. The back side of the dune led us to hard pack rocky roads, time to open the Husky up. The road felt like running down corduroy with the bike weaving nonstop, something I was used too and comfortable with which allowed me to gain ground on many competitors. These roads ran for probably 8k and finished the stage. Road past a crowd of people and a stopped bike up right on its kickstand. I learned that evening a French rider died there.

Once the stage was over it there where tons of riders stopped and chatting but I knew it was time to keep moving as we had another 600k´s to the bivouac.

Once again there were people along the route, even in the remotest of areas. They waved and cheered like we were rock stars. The appreciation they showed when waved back too was moving. I saw many of riders ride on by but when someone acknowledged them they went nuts. They made an effort for us I needed to do the same. This started to take a toll and conserving energy way key, even on the liaisons. I kept waving but it some became a modified forearm resting on the bar hand in the air kind of wave. This went on for hundreds of kilometres.

I was approaching Bahia Blanca and the bike started missing. Looked at the middle tank and could see it was running low. This shouldn´t be the case as I knew I another hundred kilometres plus of fuel left. I stopped a local on a dirt bike and he directed me toward a gas station, fortunately it was on the main route. Not an official gas stop I stopped any way as I need to fill the other tanks and see what was wrong. I got mobbed at the gas station people came from everywhere, snapping pictures, asking questions I couldn´t understand and wanting to touch me. The culture is different here for sure. They are very touchy feely and want to be close or hanging on to you. Many pictures where taken as I filled up and then it was time to leave.

Going into Bahia Blanca the roads were close down for the Dakar machinery parade, wasn´t expecting this. In the middle of town there was a check point and a water/food stop. Perfect timing, I was hot, hungry, thirsty and needed to get off the bike without getting mobbed. Made a quick stop then off again. Leaving the center of town the crowds were even bigger. People would run into the street as riders slowed hoping we would stop for pictures and autographs. Extremely friendly but now starting to get more aggressive as we would stop at traffic lights, running up and grabbing or throwing an arm around me as someone took our picture. A few times I felt like I was going to be pulled over. A strategy of slowing before the lights and hopefully never having to full stop usually kept the crowds opening up a lane as I made my way forward. It kind of looked like what you see in the Tour de France.

Continuing on with the liaison I still had several hundred kilometres to go. Only 100k from the last gas stop the bike is running low again. I pull over to check what´s up. Now the neither the front nor rear tanks are flowing to the middle tank with the fuel pump. A simple temporary fix of opening the gas tanks released the vacuum and fuel began to flow again. Not sure if the front tank would be a problem again I stopped short of the official gas stop to top off. This proved later to be a good call. I continued on but played with the gas caps as I was riding down the road trying to release any vacuum build up so the fuel would flow properly. When I made it to the rally station it was packed with competitors and support vehicles. It would probably take 45 minutes to get fuelled there. I knew I had enough gas to make the last 75k and even if it did not syphon properly to the middle tank I could remove the front tank and dump it into the rear tank quicker than dealing with the crowd at the gas station. I continued on only to start sputtering about fifteen k later. No big deal, I pulled over and began removing the front tank. Many locals as well as other support vehicles stopped to offer assistance. I let them know I was ok and resumed moving forward shortly.

Up until this point I was impressed that the liaison, though long it really wasn´t that bad. That quickly turned. For the last hour I was ready to get off the bike. Riding down the road I was working out in my head the possible causes of the fueling problems and various solutions. The heat was getting worse and 450 miles on dirt bike droning down the highway isn´t the most exciting riding one can do. As I approached Santa Rosa, bivouac location for the night, I started to wonder the proper procedure for fuel for the next day. Do I need to come in full or is there a gas stop first thing in the road book. Not sure I decide to stop at the official rally gas station at the beginning of town. Not many competitors there but security was lax compared to the other official stations and was quickly swarmed by people pulling and tugging before I even came to a stop. Everyone from little kids to grandparents wanted photos, autographs and hugs. Women and girls were grabbing my head kissing my helmet. It took much longer than expected to get out of there with the large crowd and I was ready to get off the bike. Made my way through Santa Rosa, huge crowds same as everywhere before. I was hot, hungry tired and honestly kind of over the crowds by now as I ready to get off the bike but I still felt like I needed to show the respect they gave us so the forearm resting on the handle bar salute continued for several miles.

Finally arriving at the bivouac I was ready to be done. It took a few minutes to locate the crew and I was spent. The commute that started easy got old toward the end. I rolled in at 7pm. Jonah and Ned, arriving considerably earlier than me due our start times, looked relaxed and fresh by now. Ned with his big grin asked me how cool was it to be racing in the Dakar and wasn´t this fun. I told him fun left about an hour and a half ago.

Tim was busy working on Ned´s bike and I did not want to interrupt him so after cooling off a bit I gathered my stuff, hit the shower grabbed some dinner. After eating I headed back to our camp and began working on my road book. Finished with the road book I was ready for bed but Tim was wrapping up Ned´s bike and I did not want to interrupt. I knew I need to explain to Tim how the fuel system worked, what was going wrong. Tim needed to take the front tank off to look at the system routing for us to sort out possible solutions. It was 11:30 before I made it to bed.

Bikes lined up at the special.

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A Huge Round of Applause…

…for EVERYONE that helped over these past few months.  Without you Bill wouldn’t have made it to the start line!  Hopefully everyone is ready for BC2DAKAR 2013 😉

(In alphabetical Order)

Aaron Stevenson (Cornerspeed/Cornerspin)
Alien Motion
Andrew Phillips
Andrew Woodrich
Ben Stratton
Bill Young
Blair Young
BMW Motorcycle Rider Training
BMW Performance Driving School
Bob Munnich (Larkins on the River)
Brenton Teixeira
Brian Dean
BRP
Bruce Beisner
Caren Smith
Carlos Martins
Cathy Conger and Family
Charles Coughlin
Charlie Rauseo
Charlotte Motor Speedway
Chris Kulp
Clarke
Clifton Brown
Cody Cheek
Concept Vision
Courtyard Marriott Downtown Greenville
Craig Conger and Family
Craig Sanders
Damon Bourne
Dan Huber
Dan Masliah
David Earl
David Frye
Dennis McKenna
Derek Columbus and Family
Dirt Tricks
Donna Blumer and Family
Douglas Chapman
Dragan Grubesic
Edgar Moyer
Elliot McNew
Eric Bray
Eric Hunter
Frank Veteran
FUZEBLOCKS.com
Greg Hales
Greg Trent
Highway Dirt Bikes
Husqvarna
Ivan Belyna
Jack Cathey
James Goodlett
James Henson
James Renazco
James Stoddard
Jason Adams
Jason Callaway (High Cotton)
Jason Slutsky
Jay Rose
Jennifer Bookout
Jeremy Brown
Jim Davis
Jim May
Jody Pilka
Joe Cranford
Joe Rankin
Joey Subrizi
John and Nancy Howard
John Butler
John Henson
John Lubinski
John Spieker
Julie Machak
Justin Prann
Kelly Vestal
Kevin Anderson
Kevin Godfrey
Kim Grummond
Kyle Gage
Lance Whittemore
Lee O’Callaghan
Marc Lanciaux
Mario Lecha
Mark Brantley
Mary Jo Watson
Matthew Brand
Max BMW Motorcycles
Michael Cummings
Michael Frazer
Michael Hinds
Michelin
Mike and Marci Greci (Plaid Pelican)
Mike Buhler
Mike Cerce
Mike Warren
ML Cover
Molly and Paul Fettig
Nathan Mende
Ohlins
Orlando Martinez
Paul Columbus and Family
Paul Nicholson
Peter McCumber
RAD Manufacturing
Richard Brew
Richard Matson
Richard Peck (Table 301)
Richard Ryan
Richard Seaton
Rob Bechard
Robb McElroy
Robert Jones
Robert Nye
Rony Baenziger
Safari
Scotts Performance
Sebastiano Dagostaro
Seth Cohen
Sidi
Stepher Askew
Stergios Zamanis
Steve Jarrell
Susan Smith
The Reserve at Lake Keowee
Thomas Lappin
Tim Morton
Touratech
Vanessa Gorr (REI)
W Shane Poole
William Conger
William Smith
Williams Averill
Woody’s Wheel Works

The Dakar Ends Here

From Tim Morton on FB:

Our Husky is out. Lack of oil & water after hole in case and water pump ripped off. Bill arrived (healthy but beyond tired) into camp at 4AM, his bike still in dunes (will be picked up by helicopter today).
Niles, Jonah, and I stayed up to about 1AM waiting for him and ready to swap his engine if needed. Niles fell asleep in a chair, Jonah grabbed a tent, I figured the dirty & oily shop mat was good enough. Woke up at 5 and there’s Bill in his gear asleep in the dirt.”


No Stage 3 for Bill

I just talked Bill on the phone and he is fine.  He had some major bike problems yesterday and thought he would be able to change out the engine but the ASO was already there packing his bags and finding him a flight home.  He is definitely bummed and I couldn’t get any more details from him.  Hopefully I will be able to talk to him tonight when they reach San Juan, Argentina.  He is planning on flying back down to Lima with me to see the finish.


Bill yesterday … from Webventure

 

 


Hope lives…

There is some chat on the forums that Bill has an assigned start time for stage 3. It has been stated that he would not have that start time if he had not checked in at the finish of stage 2. I have no real verification or authority to support this position. In light of the circumstances; I will, however, hang my hat on a rack of speculation and conjecture.


Another RallyRaidio call from Ned

I havent listened to this one yet, but it was recommended to me:

Here is the link to the call:2012 Dakar 05 — Bivouac chat with Ned

Here is a link that will get you to the most recent rallyraidio call, whichever that may be:

Edit: Hmm. It didnt like that bit of code. here is the relevant bit: http://player.wizzard.tv/player/o/i/x/132548150646/config/k-db73a94bf51fd515/uuid/root.m4v/episode/

Looking forward to posting Bill’s call, when we can get one. Bill! I have the number to call into- just let me know if you can when you might be able!


News from the bivouac is Bill is at km 261 on the stage and not moving. Theoretically he has a bike with no oil or gas. I’m sure he’s fine, and just digging into the side of a dune, popping a cliff bar and enjoying the stars. There’s an outside chance that somebody will be able to bring him in, but most likely he’ll get picked up in the morning. This Race is relentless.

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It’s Been a Grueling Day and Stage 2 Summary

This info came from a competitor, James Embro, via Ted (Deadly99) who’s helping support.

James Embro just came by our camp……

“At km 174 Bill slide his bike going threw a gate, his skid plate came off and cracked his case and tank. There was oil and gas spewing out, he tried to use some putty on it but it did want to stick ”

That was a long time ago, Bill has been moving since then. I hope he got through the dunes before it got dark. Just for reference he has now been on his bike for 16 hours.

Go Bill 

Not the best news ever, but really glad he’s moving. Provided the bike holds together (and this was his main concern about the event all along) then he begins to “fight the snowball” as they say. When he does get in, they’re going to have to use the spare engine, already. 8-0

It was well over 100F in the desert all day long. A lot of competitors have dropped out, even today. One poor Frenchman hit a cow! Even Jonah Street was forced to retire, with a bike that failed to proceed.

Cmon Bill!

OH, and here is the Stage 2 summary!


Day 2 Start

The bikes start today at 10:30 local time (8:30 EST).  If you like to refresh pages, like I do, you can follow along by visiting the official Dakar Tracker.

By clicking the circled numbers (waypoints) or A (the end) on the map you can see when Bill reaches each point and how he fares against his competitors.

Remember to click the little motorcycle icon next to the magnifying glass!