VOL. 51 ISSUE 2 JANUARY 14, 2014
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waiting to go for my last stint."
As the sun started to rise over
the Sea of Cortez, about three
hours later, CE made his stop
and handed the bike to Mike.
For Myers, this time around was
more comfortable. He was now
on his second stint, which he
knew well from pre-running. He
was ready to put the hammer
down. In fact, Mike moved us
up in overall position, passing a
handful of teams that were leading us.
went to the stop. I hit the second
rock and it straightened me up,
but at that point I was pointed offcourse. I went off into the brush,
hit some cactus, but I kept her
pinned. If it wasn't for the GPR
and Precision Concepts Suspension, I might not be here to
talk about it."
It was then on to Joe P. to
carry the torch for the team. For
230 miles he took it through the
southern half of the race course,
eventually carving his path due
"I was rolling as fast as the bike
would go for several miles. I've
never been that focused for that
long… ever," says Myers. "I came
down a fast section with small
rolling whoops and large surface
rocks. I tried to adjust our GPR
Stabilizer, but couldn't get my
hand off the bar. After hitting it
hard for 90 minutes, I had a small
lapse of concentration. It resulted
in me hitting two large embedded
rocks at about 75 mph. The bars
north on the west coast of the
peninsula. The man pushed
through 50 miles of grueling silt
beds and everything else in between. The team's "Iron Man"
award most definitely went to the
old salty dog.
"This was the hardest thing I
have ever done on a motorcycle... period!" says Joe Prussiano III. "It was a great challenge,
and I'm proud that we were able
to say we finished the race. I
Wax on, wax off – Edwards cleans
the bike for the big day.
through one of the most physical sections in Baja, in my opinion. A hundred miles of endless
whoops and inconsistency for as
far as the eye can see.
"I was amped up and ready to
go, waitin' on you, Fooch," says
Colin. "Once I got on the bike,
the nerves calmed down. I knew
I had some miles ahead of me.
Once I got into the whoops, it
wasn't as enjoyable as I thought
it was going to be [laughs]." He
went on to say, "I think 100 miles
of whoops is too much for anybody. You know… I survived it.
Then it was just sitting around and
