Disclaimer: I believe this qualifies for Ride Reports, it’s a 5-day race, after the race I will be riding the bike back a thousand miles to the starting point, so another 5 days or more. And there are all the months of preparation (I have never raced a motorcycle before), tuning new skill sets, endurance training, motorcycle preparation, etc. I will be asking specific questions in the Racing and Thumper forums but I think this post will work here in Ride Reports, we will see. Where did this come from? : Heidi (cavegirl) and I drove down to Sothern Baja last winter to do some windsurfing. Near the end of April we were lucky enough to catch the Mexican 1000 race, it passed two blocks from our rental. We had beach chairs, were taking photos and having a blast. While we were watching the race zoom by I was taking photos like there was no tomorrow and starting tearing up. I turn to Heidi and tell her I’ve always wanted to do a Baja race. I meant watch a Baja race, Heidi took it that I wanted to race a Baja race. She immediately turns to me and says “You should do it!” And she meant it, I should race it. Heidi is the best. At that instant in time my entire life changed. I knew what she meant, she believed I was capable of racing a motorcycle over a thousand miles through the Baja desert and at that very moment so did I. It wasn’t like a lightbulb moment, it was more like a nuclear explosion moment that I could not ignore. Later that day when we got back home to our Baja rental I googled Mexican 1000, and holey shit, the Mexican 1000 is made for me. It’s affordable and there is a tote box support service included in the registration fee for unsupported people like me. I pulled up notepad and created a little text file (like I always do when I have a great idea) and wrote: 1. Acquire the race equipment to do the race safely. 2. Buy a bike capable of finishing the race. 3. Save up enough vacation to do the race right. 4. Do It! That’s it. The rest is history… 49 years ago ‘Wild World of Sports’ first aired an off-road race from Baja California, the second Mexican 1000. At that time I was addicted to ‘Wild World of Sports’, I was 9. At 14 I got my first motorcycle, a Suzuki my older sister gave me. As soon as I could I installed two knobby tires and started overnight motorcycle camping adventures on the back roads and fire-lanes of Northern Wisconsin. At that time the word “Baja” came out of my mouth every time I hit some rough terrain, as it still does today. “Unfulfilled passion is a call to action demon” And I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. Picking up the bike.