Annie kör “Rallytaxi” med Mix Megapol på Fjällkalaset i Sälen

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Nu i helgen är jag med Hankook Däck och Mix Megapol i Sälen, Lindvallen för att bjuda på ett fartfyllt Fjällkalas, med Annies “Rallytaxi”på lördag, artister, afterski och en massa roliga aktiviteter.

Jag vet att Jesse på Mix Megapol är väldigt åksugen… 

Välkommen till Hankook tältet!

Seger i Emirates Desert Championship för Mark Powell och Annie Seel

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Årspremiär för Annie Seel innebar deltävling tre ökenrallyserien Emirates Desert Championship som kördes i Dubai. 

Resultatet blev seger i T1-klassen och seger i AUTO-klassen totalt för Mark Powell och Annie Seel i team Saluki Motorsport. 

Det blev ett jämnt lopp, där segermarginalen var knappa 8 sekunder till tvåan. 

Teamet ställde upp med totalt tre ekipage, två i bilklassen och en i UTV Buggy. Alla kom i mål och säkrade poäng i totalställningen. Därmed har teamet tagit segrar i varje deltävling i serien hittills, fast i olika klasser. 

Vinnarbilen är en specialbyggd Predator X20s med 7 liters Chevrolet V8 motor. 


Foto: Tim Ansell

Mark Powell and Annie Seel takes the win in the Emirates Desert Championship Round 3

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Mark Powell and Annie Seel of Team Saluki Motorsport claimed the top of the podium in the Round 3 of the Emirates Desert Championship in Dubai, winning both Class T1 category and claiming the overall victory in Auto category.  

It was a close race in the dunes all the way to the end between the Predator of Saluki Motorsport and emirati Khalid Al Jafla in the Armada Trophy Truck finishing only 7.8 seconds behind the winners. 

Saluki Motorsport entered three vehicles – an ex Baja 1000 Class 1 race car (Mark Powell / Annie Seel) a Predator X18S (Georgy Gomshiashvili / Jordan Beale) and a Yamaha YXZ1000R (Nikita Abramov). All three cars finished the event keeping the team within the championship points. 

Team webpage:
http://www.salukimotorsport.com


photo (c) CKdesigns

Mark Powell and Annie Seel team up in Saluki Motorsport for the Emirates Desert Championship Round 3

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This week it’s time for the Round 3 of the Emirates Desert Championship in Dubai. 

Annie has been racing for team Saluki Motorsport in the previous two rounds of the series, and now joins the team as a Codriver for Mark Powell, that will be taking on a very beast Predator X-20S. It’s powered by a massive 7 litre V8 engine. For Annie this was a rare chance of being seated in such a vehicle, alongside an experienced desert Racer as team boss Mark Powell. 

Other drivers in the team are Georgy Gomshiashvili from Russia  in a smaller Predator X-18S, with young Kiwi codriver Jordan Beale. And Russian Nikita Abramov in a Yamaha UTV buggy. 

Team web page: http://www.salukimotorsport.com

Full starting list in car, buggy and motorbike categories below. 



Annie Seel – den svenska rallyprinsessan. Artikel Motorworld.se

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Motorword.se , 18 jan 2017

Annie Seel har kört alla typer av motorcyklar. Hon har både kört enduro och tagit sig runt Rallytävlingen Paris-Dakar på en hoj som många killar inte skulle orka baxa runt. 

Efter några år och några miljoner kronor senare växlade hon över till bilar. Kroppen orkar inte med hur många krascher som helst på en motorcykel.
När hon inte är ute på banorna föreläser hon för företag och organisationer om ”Ingen minns en fegis”.

Hej Annie, kul att få en pratstund med dig. Berätta lite om din passion för motorcyklar och racing, hur började det?

Mina föräldrar kom till Sverige från Finland efter världskriget. De var jättefattiga, allt de ägde transporterades i en folkabuss.

Min pappa var motorintresserad, och skruvade på olika bilar, men han hade aldrig ekonomi för att tävla. När jag föddes så fick jag nog hans motorintresse i blodet, för jag ville hänga med honom i garaget och sen åkte vi och tittade på rally ibland.

VI BODDE I ETT HÖGHUS BREDVID TÄBY GALOPP NÄR JAG VAR LITEN. DÄR BÖRJADE JAG SKÖTA OCH RIDA TÄVLINGSHÄSTAR NÄR JAG VAR 12 ÅR.
DET VAR DE STARKASTE OCH SNABBASTE HÄSTKRAFTER SOM JAG KOM ÅT PÅ DEN TIDEN, HAHAHA…

När jag var 15 år såg jag en motorcykeluppvisning på galoppbanan, det var den engelske stuntföraren Eddie Kidd som hoppade och for runt på sin motorcykel. Wow, tänkte jag, det där vill jag också göra. Jag övertalade min mamma att få köpa en MC med mina sparade stallpengar. Jag hade aldrig kört moppe eller MC, men det skulle säkert gå bra tänkte jag. När jag fyllde 16 år, köpte jag en begagnad MC fastän att jag inte hade MC-kort eller visste ett smack om motorcyklar.

Men det löste sig, jag tog MC-kort, blev till och med medlem i Ducatiklubben. Något år senare var jag med på en banracingdag och sen tog jag roadracinglicens. Att köra på racingbana var inget konstigt för mig, jag hade ju ridit racinghästar på bana.

Tyvärr så dog min pappa i hjärtinfarkt när jag var 16 år, strax efter jag köpt min första motorcykel. Jag fick lära mig mecka helt själv. Sen dess har jag alltid kört mitt eget race, utan backup runtomkring. Jag har jag litat på att jag får lösa allting själv och även byggt mina egna Paris-Dakar-motorcyklar. Tror inte det är många idag som gjort en liknande karriär helt från noll.

Min passion är utmaningen att köra fort, att få den där känslan av perfekt balans mellan dig och din maskin. Det är helt magiskt. Sen är jag nog mer äventyrare än ”riktig” racingförare på bana. Jag gillar att ge mig iväg ute i världen, träffa nya människor, uppleva annorlunda ställen och miljöer. Utsätta mig för situationer där du måste lösa problem på stället med människor som du kanske aldrig träffat förut. Det är livet. Jag bryr mig inte så mycket om resultatet, eftersom jag alltid tävlat med minimal budget mot andra som har ”alla förutsättningar”.



Läs hela intervjun:

http://www.motorworld.se/annie-seel-rallyprinsessan/

Relive #Dakar2002 with Annie Seel – Stage 14. FINISH. I made it!

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STAGE 14: DAKAR-DAKAR (69 km)


Sunday 13/1 2002

FINISH. I made it!

Finally, after days and nights through long stages in gruelling conditions. I’m in Dakar. 

I have been longing for this day… just going to wrap up the last short 30 km stage to the end in the podium by the legendary Lac Rose, the pink lake. 

In the morning all remaining competitors gathered on the Dakar beach before start to eat breakfast together. Fantastic to hang out with all “survivors” hugging and telling the stories of our adventure. 


After breakfast the stage started on the beach, a wave of bikes flying along the water line. 

When the starter flagged us on, there was a 10 km stretch on the beach to go. Awesome feeling to fly along the beach as the waves were braking onto the sand.

Then we turned inland on difficult sandy tracks, taking us further onto hard full flat out finish by the Lac Rose. 

To ride up on the podium finishing 54:th and get the Dakar-medal felt absolutely unreal. 

Only 59 bikes made it, out of the 175 that started! That means we were only 1/3 (33%) that finished. 

I’m also the winner of the Production 400cc class, I was the only one to make it an a STANDARD 400cc!

It feels unbelievable to finish the worlds toughst rally with a broken right hand, the leg bruise and despite all the drama and mishaps like a burnt cluch… but I made it!

This is my biggest ever achieve t in my life, and I can’t say it was the perfect way to do it. But I did. And it feels great. I am now a super hero. 

The Dakar organisers and cantina crew gave me an applause after finishing, which made me very happy, because they’ve seen my injuries, and how tired and hungry I’ve been every day.

Now I won’t have to ride my bike again for while. I will eat, shower and sleep. 


STAGE 14: 

DAKAR-DAKAR
Sunday 13/1 2002

Liaison : 38 km 
Special : 31 km 
Total : 69 km

Relive #Dakar2002 with Annie Seel – Stage 13: Marathon, Part 2. 1472 km.  36 hours. I made it. 

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STAGE 13 Marathon, Part 2: KIFFA-DAKAR (1011 km)


Liaison : 450 km 
Special : 165 km 
Liaison : 396 km 

Marathon stage part 2.

After just one hour of sleep, time to get on with the second part of this last part of the marathon starting at 2.25 AM,  covering 1011 km.  

The morning liason took forever and I had to stop several times to “wake up”. The African roads are really bad, and suddenly they are cut off, and diverted. In the dark that is a death trap. If you’re not quite awake, it’s easy to tumble down one of those cut offs…

Happy when dawn was breaking. Breakfast was served the start of the “short” special. Before I started I again had to open the carburettor and cleaned it, emptied it on clay! Found a crack in the rear fuel tank where the dirt gets through. Nothing I could do about it now, just get on with the stage. 

The special was the most enjoyable of the entire rally, winding sandy tracks over light green savannah landscape scattered with trees. I was flying, feeling this was the best moment of my Dakar. 

Further on I caught up with the Swedish car team again. So happy to see Rosenblad/Roos in their Toyota, that means they are still in the race! 

I waited for them after the finish of the special just to celebrate giving each other big hugs. Then we found a local car wash and cleaned off layers of mud. 

Now we are almost in Dakar – just 400 kilometres liasion again. That took a long time again, I had I stoats clean the carburettor again. But it didn’t matter to me, I was going to reach Dakar, how ever late.

I arrived around midnight, and Patrick in Team Challenge 75 awaited to greet me. 
I’ve been on my bike for approx 36 hours, with only 1 hour of sleep. I’m totally knackered. But incredibly happy. 

Finally I’m here. In Dakar. 

Tomorrow just the little loop to reach the finish in Lac Rose.


STAGE 13, Second Marathon Stage: 

TICHIT-KIFFA (461 km)
Friday 11/1 2002
Special : 457 km 
Liaison : 4 km

     [break 2 hours]

KIFFA-DAKAR (1012 km)
Saturday 12/1 2002
Liaison : 450 km 
Special : 165 km 
Liaison : 396 km 

Total : 1 472 km

Relive #Dakar2002 with Annie Seel – Stage 13: Marathon, Part 1

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STAGE 13, Marathon Part 1: TICHIT-KIFFA (461 km)

Friday 11/1 – Saturday 12/1 2002

Another gruelling marathon stage of a total 1 472 km, just to kill off the last reserve of energy within me… and remember, no service. 

Marathon stage part 1.

Rain the entire day which made the sand very heavy and rutted. The rain also transferred the “dry lake beds” into slippery mud field, that were almost impossible to get through with my little 400 now with very worn tyres. One mud lake was more than 10 km to cross and I skidded down on my side countless times as my feet would not reach the ground when I had to hold up the bike. I was all covered in mud thinking I’d never get across. In all those side landings I hurt my butt again and it started to ache. 

Things continued to “screw up”, the carburettor failed again and I could not get the bike to run after a fall, cost me at least an hour. Smashed the headlight mount just before dark, so the last 100 km I rode trying to find my way with headlights pointing to the left. It took about 5 hours + more falls. Arrived at the half way check point after midnight, totally trashed of tiredness. The supposed 6 hour rest was shortened, only 2 hours before restart. 

Ate, refuelled and managed to get one hour of sleep in the food tent. 

To be continued…


STAGE 13, Second Marathon Stage: 

TICHIT-KIFFA 

Friday 11/1 – Saturday 12/1 2002

Special : 457 km 
Liaison : 4 km

     [break 6 hours]

KIFFA-DAKAR 

Liaison : 450 km 
Special : 165 km 
Liaison : 396 km 
Total : 1 472 km

Relive #Dakar2002 with Annie Seel – Stage 11 continues. Stage 12 cancelled. 

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STAGE 11: continues. 
STAGE 12: cancelled. 

Stage 11 continued from yesterday. 
Rolled in my silver blanket trying to sleep in the rain storm, I heard the organisation sweeper truck approaching, and their headlights were aimed at me. When theypulled over and asked if I was ok, I said yes. Will you quit the race? No. Absolutely not, I will rest and then continue tomorrow at sunrise. That was fine with them and they drove on. 

At the first glimpse of dawn I got up, freezing cold and partly wet clothes. Brushed off the sand and started up the bike. 

It was much easier finding a good way across the dune passage when I could see where I was going, even if it was still a sand storm. 

On the other side I could se camp fires in the far distance, and aimed at them. When I arrived I could see there were many competitors and also organisers who had gathered at the Check point trapped by the night storm. 

The competitors had all given up. No one was going to continue. 

But I said, I will ride until they lift me off the bike and just continue…

The storm was still very bad, and strong wind gusts made riding difficult and dangerous sometimes sending me a few meters off the course. Better not get blown off an edge down a ravine. 

At mid day I arrived to the finish of the stage, and was told that I could refuel and drive directly to the start of the next, stage 12. So I did. 

I stamped my time card at the start and took off again, but after just a short while started meeting bikers and cars coming the opposite way, waving me to turn around. 

I asked what the problem was, and was told that the storm was so bad no helicopter or organisation vehicles trapped on stage 11 could guarantee our safety in the storm, the race director had cancelled the stage 12. 

So everybody turned back to the bivouack. And I had time to recuperate from my hellish night. 

The race for me now is about making it to the finish. I don’t care about positions anymore. Surviving is just fine.

Relive #Dakar2002 with Annie Seel – Stage 11

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STAGE 11: TIDJIKJA-TICHIT (538 km)
Wednesday 9/1 2002.

Through hell and rain storm…

Last night I couldn’t sleep the few hours until start, so I was already dead tired taking off again in the morning. 

The softest of Mauritanian sand was on the menu, and I had to rev my little 400 like mad to keep up any kind of speed, and I heard the engine struggling and heating up. 

Many competitors were stuck in soft sand bowls in the dune, and trying to avoid them when traversing the dunes was extremely difficult. I was picking my own lines and didn’t get stuck, but still I felt the bike was loosing power, not giving me the drive I needed in the dunes. And then loosing the drive completely, didn’t matter how much I gassed, the rear wheel didn’t turn and the bike came to a stop – I could smell the burnt clutch.

I pulled out my tool kit and opened the clutch case and black smoke of gear box oil steamed in my face. I tried to bend the clutch plates to give them more grip, but no success. 

Could this be it, my Dakar was over? I was in disbelief. I had faught so hard through pain and technical issues, and now the race had ended. It felt unfair. But also a little relief, it wasn’t me that had given up. The bike died on me. 

I parked the bike to rest in the shade of it to wait for the organiser truck to pick me up. I knew it could take many hours…

Don’t know how much later, but I could se the Swedish car team Roos/Rosenblad coming through the dunes. They stopped to check on me, and gave me some Swedish candy to comfort me in my misery, before driving off again. 

Then I saw a biker approaching me slowly. It was a French guy on a Honda 400, and he stopped and asked me about my problem. I told him the situation with the clutch, and he nodded his head and said that was pretty normal for these bikes. Luckily he had brought a spare clutch-plate, and he offered it to me! 

Again I opened the clutch and put the spare plate in. I didn’t have any more oil, so I made sure not to waste any of the burnt oil left in the engine, and tried avoiding any sand to blow into when doing my mechanical work. And miraculously the bike was drivable again. I had been saved by an angel on a motorbike. 

It was already 4 pm and I had more than 300 km to the finish, so was in a rush. I continued my Dakar again, pushing as much as I dared, and passed the French biker “angel” and soon the Swedish car team. 

At 6 pm the sun set and now the riding became extremely dangerous in the dunes. Planning your route through in daytime is difficult. In pitch dark it can be deadly not being able to see what awaits behind the crest. I slowly traversed dune after dune. At midnight I reached a steep dune traversing but could not build up enough speed to reach the top. I tried to find other ways round but ended up in more trouble and losing my way. I realised I had to wait until dawn to be able to get across. As I shad stopped the Swedish car team caught up again, and also they were struggling and digging but decided to try and find their way in the night. I didn’t want to risk crashing or burning the clutch again so I decided to sleep by my bike a few hours. Another biker decided to stop there also, italian Massimo Tresoldi. We unpacked our safety blankets and rolled ourselves in them, by our bikes as the cold nightly desert wind picked. After a while we were trapped in a sand storm, and then I heard rain drops hitting my foil blanket.

I was half asleep trying to ignore the rain puddle I was now lying in. 

I could not believe all this was happening in one day. But I just had to accept. And await sunrise. 

To be continued…

STAGE 11: TIDJIKJA-TICHIT
Wednesday 9/1 2002

Liaison : 18 km 
Special : 520 km 
Total : 538 km