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hauling ass. Not for the faint of heart. We completed this sec‑ tion, after fixing a couple of flats, and running out of fuel along the way. It was on this section that we’d go East over the mountains, to the Gulf of California) and from there, back North along the rugged coast, to the fishing and tourist town of San Felipe, that sits at the top of the Gulf. Three Sisters Pass and going home... Along the way we rode over the famous Three Sisters pass. It is (was) the gnarliest terrain of the course, and reminded me of motorcycle Trials courses. “How do the cars do this sec‑ tion?” I asked. That was an‑ swered when we came upon 4 Mexicans pushing a VW bug over the pass with one behind the wheel. I put a huge dent in the tank of the Yam I was rid‑ ing in this section. I’m now at 36 hours of riding + 4 hours of sleep. I cannot say I’ve had a better meal than I had that night in San Felipe. The rest of my Baja initia‑ tion was thankfully uneventful and I went back to my Cabinet Shop to make some money and get ready for the birth of our next child. I trained as much as possible but that was pretty hard to do with my business and parenting responsibilities. Gaston and the Race Gaston and Eddy arrived in LA about 2 ½ weeks before the November 10 race. We all did BMW press events. In typical Gaston style and confidence, he commanded the press room. I think he must have studied Na‑ poleon. Tom, Kem and I got to see the bikes for the first time. I met Dave Chase at that time too. Dave would be Tom and my third team member if nec‑ essary. It was, and he finished the last leg of the race. Dave Chase was a very easy going and sharp guy. He would years later become famous for being the engine builder for the Factory Honda Motocross Team’s 4 strokes. Dave died a few years ago of a blood disor‑ der I think. Eddy Hau was a factory Zundapp rider who raced them in the 125 European Champion‑ ships in the early 70s. He and I would be riding the same sections, and Gaston and Tom would be riding the same sections. Kem and Dave would be the anchormen on the final leg to the finish. We all pre-ran DIRT ILLustrated \\\\\\ Vol. 1 + Issue 4 + Page 58 the course one complete time. The first night, we stayed at the bunk house, where I was sup‑ posed to sleep two months ear‑ lier. It was a one room shack, with 10 beds, and an old car motor hooked up to a generator for lights. “Very cool,” At 10 PM, they turned off the car. Gaston commented that this was ‘very cool’, we got to sleep on a cot, and not on the ground, as he would say, “in the bush”. The next morning, we grab our leathers, that were leaning against the wall (they wouldn’t lay flat since they were too crusty), jump on the bikes and head up the highway to com‑ plete the dreaded “Beach Loop” from my first trip down there. We all had gas strapped to our belts. We’re doing about 75 mph down the highway, Gaston leading, as we come to a ho‑ tel. Gaston locks up the brakes, and we all do the same, as we scatter to avoid rear ending each other. “What’s the matter?” I ask. In his French accent he says, “What is this? I see the Team Honda trucks and the Team Husqvarna trucks parked at the hotel. How come they are at the hotel and we are at