With the moon like a spotlight over our pit stop in the desert, I had one question on my mind: “Do I wipe the headlights or offer them water first?” But I couldn’t ask anyone because my voice had been gone, and the rest of the team was prepping for their far more serious tasks.
All I knew for certain was that I was now a part of the Alsup Racing team—in the most minimal way possible—and I should be prepared for a Can-Am Maverick R to roll up in any condition imaginable.
But this isn’t where my story chasing the Baja 1000 starts. In fact, I was already 20 hours deep. And although I’d been a fly on the wall with Polaris’ factory team when it took the win at the San Felipe 250, this experience was a different animal entirely.
