Saturday, Race Day
We got up bright and early and dropped off our pupper at a friendly local kennel before heading to service to unload the truck- I was a little nervous, normally we're racing and if we screw up we ruin our own day, but as a course car if we screw up we can potentially ruin the whole rally. No pressure.
Bikes started leaving indicating that soon we would too:
We set off one minute after the last bike and transited to SS1. For a quick overview of how things work in the Combo Car, basically we do the following:
- check in at the arrival control and radio in that we've arrived
- start the stage one minute after the last bike, running at a not slow but not dangerous pace so as to clear the stage quickly and keep the rally on schedule
- radio in when we enter the stage
- help any bikes we may encounter along the way
- radio in once the stage is clear, signaling that cars can start
So we checked in at the SS1 arrival control and were ready to bring up the rear behind the bikes:
Eventually, they were all gone, we set of one minute later, and we bounced and vroomed and slid along the road as Sara radioed in that we had entered the stage. Getting the big truck down the road with very sparse and basic notes, while listening to radio chatter and keeping our eyes peeled for downed motorcycles, was certainly an intense experience. I actually found it more stressful than racing at first but eventually got used to it, and the truck works remarkably well in these conditions in 2wd with tow/haul mode on- just have to be very, very careful about entry speeds since getting it slowed down is difficult. There we no issues on SS1 so we didn't have to help anybody, just drove through, checked on a couple riders at the very beginning of transit, and headed to SS2.
SS2 was a long one, and had really, REALLY soft and deep sand in a number of places. To be honest, I wouldn't have wanted to ride through it, and was pretty happy to be in the truck. About 9 miles into SS2, we came upon bike 122- a heavy, powerful Triumph Scrambler, dropped in the middle of a super soft turn with the rider next to it. I hopped out, helped him lift the bike, and he eventually took off again. Another mile later, we found him on the ground yet again, giving us the "I'm calling it here" sign. I attempted to ride his bike off the stage and immediately dumped it over too- that thing was DIFFICULT to handle in the sand- but eventually got it parked off to the side behind some caution tape. The rider had something hurting in his shoulder, and after a brief radio conversation we got him into the truck and got out of there.
Once clear of SS2, we headed back to service, where Sara radioed for an ambulance to come by and check on the rider, but we were off again for SS3 before we found out how badly injured he was- he seemed pretty OK in the truck, but adrenaline does crazy things.
SS3 was uneventful, as far as I can remember, and at that point we were comfortable enough in the truck to pretty routinely catch up to the last rider(s) by the end of the stage and hang back- this was a good thing, since it meant minimal extra time wasted to clear the stage and start the cars, hopefully doing our part to keep the rally running on schedule.
SS4, similarly uneventful.
At the start of SS5, a rider on an XR650R, the only kickstart only bike in the field, was having trouble- kicking and kicking and kicking and it just would not fire up. After exhausting himself and his options within the time window he had, he eventually called it quits and exited the rally in the start area, his crew coming to pick him up. As a result we started the stage a little late, but managed to make up time and stay on schedule.
The XR650R would later be repaired and reenter the rally, just for fun as he'd already DNF'd- it was a loose connector off the ignition switch, hidden inside the fairing where it couldn't easily be diagnosed.