This race was originally slated to be run in Primm, NV, but at the last minute it was moved to San Felipe – the reason so few racers showed up. Also, it was hot – San Felipe is a good place to avoid in September (or July or August).
Where we were chasing the prerun inland, it was 122˚. Along the coast it was only 108˚, but extremely humid. So it was either hot and humid, or really hot, but with no humidity.
Ron manages to stay cool in a kiddie pool the team purchased – the hotel where we were staying didn’t have its own pool, so we had to improvise. A beer helps too.
Street art near the San Felipe Marina.
A couple of local COPS fans were following the team on Facebook and decided to come by the hotel to say hello.
Manny, George, Ron and I wait for the prerunners to arrive under the only shade in the area.
John and Bill are in the first prerunner to arrive. We’ll gas them up, then they’ll finish the course.
Bill and John in the four-seater prerunner.
Ripping down the old Puertocitos Road, Zak arrives in the other prerunner.
A Baja road marker.
Baja residents waiting to become road markers (or carne asada).
Electricity went out in San Felipe, along with extreme Southern California and parts of Arizona. Hotel people came around and put candles in everyone’s rooms.
Zak brought the Class 12 home for a clean finish. Or as clean as you can get in a desert race.
Endo helps the bartenders serve cool drinks after the race – the Class 10 and 12 both finished uneventful races.