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The BMW mechanics were at the next pit. Fishback went by while in the pit. Dan Smith gave me a thumbs up, as I went by his broken bike in the Husky Pit. They got everything back in or‑ der taking still more time. After 60 more miles, across the dry lake bed West of San Feli‑ pe, to the pass West and the next pit, I handed the bike to Dave Chase to take it to the finish. Not the race ,but the friends you make... Derrick Paiement and Randy Morales won. They were fast and consistent and actually crossed the line behind Roesler and Pfeifer. We ended up 4th overall. Dan & Dan would have won, but broke. Miller and Ogil‑ vie broke when near the front. Roesler and Pfiefer would have won, but got docked for miss‑ ing a checkpoint, due to a mis-directing traffic cop. They were penalized with extra time equaling 1/9 of their total time for the one of nine checkpoints they missed. Tom and I are lifelong friends and have since that race. We spent a short but in‑ tense time as teammates with a common interest in each oth‑ er’s success. Not unlike soldiers who served together in war. I was a young American Pro Motocrosser when I first saw Gaston as 125 World Champ. I followed his career as he bat‑ tled and beat Marty Smith for He and Eddy asked for Espresso after dinner so my wife made them really strong coffee. The Reid’s don’t do Espresso. I enjoyed that con‑ versation so much. In fact, the video link attached to this story I hope I captured his spirit with my impersonation. the 1976 World Championships. Marty and Jon R would later talk about his skills and charac‑ ter on the European GP circuit. I battled him at a GP. He was incredibly tough and tenacious. He was also endearingly flirta‑ tious with the ladies and “debo‑ nair”, as the French would say. He was so influential to the sport of Motocross and Rally racing. Gaston Rahier is an Icon. I am a better man for knowing him a little and the motorcycle world is better for it too. I only met with Gaston one more time after the 1985 Baja 1000. He and Eddy Hau came to my house in OC California for dinner during the week follow‑ ing the race. I wanted to race the Paris to Dakar Rally and talking to him about it was the chance of a lifetime. I changed my mind about racing it. is the result of that dinner con‑ versation. I hope many of his old friends and family see it. I hope I captured his spirit with my impersonation. Gaston died of cancer in 2005. He was 58. Many photos of him seem to capture a goofy look on his face, for some rea‑ son. I can tell you, in person, it was good humored confidence, and it was really funny. A mo‑ ment in time didn’t ever cap‑ ture the measure of that man. The measure bar he set is far higher than his head. My daughter Courtney was born 3 weeks after the 1985 Baja 1000. We now had two boys and a “finally”. I’ve en‑ joyed telling the stories and many seminal aspects of the 1985 Baja 1000 race for the past 27 years. Courtney’s birth is when Cinda and I switched to “Life, Phase 2”. www.dirtillustrated.com