This morning we restarted an were so happy to be back in the rally.
First special this morning SS10 was really nice and we got into the groove, but still keeping a lite back not to push the car too hard. Reading Pace notes worked better today and I almost nailed every one!
Next special we were really on it, and pushing a bit harder…
Bang, on a tight left hander the connection for the main drive shaft snapped and we had to roll to the side.
Tried to fix it, but had to realise it was game over. Sadly.
Our assistance team came and towed us back to the service park, where we officially handed in the time card.
Well I can say I did it again. I finished the gruelling Dakar despite all kinds of unfortunate happenings.
The first week my strategy worked out pefectly. I had been running my own race, riding and navigating very well, but also pacing myself for the second week. The longer stages leading in for the rest day I started gaining time and positions. At rest day I could summarize a comfortable position as 38th general and leading the Womens class by 1.30 Hours. I felt ready for the second week, only my motorcycle had an engine change because the dust fesh-fesh is really eating everything inside.
But then my luck turned bad. Really bad. And the shit hit the fan.
In the evening of the rest day I started feeling sick, and during the night I had fever and bad diarrhea. At breakfast I could eat nothing, and had to make many stops during the morning liasion. At the start of the stage I feelt very unfocused with shivers, and my aim was just to get through the stage. To make things worse, my clutch malfunctioned half way into the stage, which made me suffer even worse in the most technical stage of the Dakar this year – a trial section climbing up and down some mountains with cracks and slippery sides, and really slow riding in narrow canyons. It had been a difficult stage for me even being fit with an intact bike – now I was totally out of strength, and when the bike stopped uphill and I had to turn around, and try start without cluth I almost gave up so many times… To handle the bike in this slow and gnarly terrain with no clutch and a dimmed focus of high fever – I cannot believe I even finished it! The doctor at the finish arranged for german rider Tina Meier to accompany me to the bivouack in case I got even worse. So thanks to everybody helping me.
At the bivouack I arrived almost unconscious with bad shivers and fever of 39,7 C, and was immediately taken care of in the medical tent. For many hours I had IV of antbiotics and other substances to take control of my condition, and the doctor told me this was the end of the race for me. But you know me – next morning I saddled up again, weak but determined to ride to the finish.
But in a sense this is where I left “walk over” in the race for victory, I knew I could not perform at my best and had lost a lot of time and momentum. Now my focus was just trying to make it to Buenos Aires just to keep my rate of 100% fulfilled rallies intact.
Still I tried to ride my best, actually mananging to pick up some speed and made some good stage results even if I stopped longer at refuels to see the doctors and fill up with energy drinks as could still not eat anything. The Copiapo dunes I really enjoyed, which rewarded me with a 36th position that day.
Next day through the Fiambala dunes I was still holding 35 position when my electrical system completely died. Nothing worked on the bike, and I stopped for a long timetrying to find a solution. Finally a fellow rider helped me start the bike and I could continue, but with no navigation instruments it was a challenge to find the good way to the end, and I mostly followed the tracks. This rendering I made the same navigation error as all the previous motorcycles had done – I followed a riverbed too far and then when turning back I unfortunately sunk my bike half way in the very wet and soggy mud. It took me some time and effort to pull the bike out of it, being alone and still quite weak.
Until now all the hardship had not quite broken my spirit, and still I was holding second place in the Womens class.
But on stage 11 disaster really hit me. Starting back in the field, carving through endless of the dangerous fesh-fesh, through rocky canyons and across a mountainpass of more than 3000 m, at km 179 my motorcycle died. As I had passed over the 3000 m mountains, I felt the engine loosing power more and more. Coming down to a very hot valley the engine was almost powerless, and I sensed a smell of oil. As I let off the throttle the motor died with a bang. I looked down and saw all the oil had pushed out from the oil seal by the gearshifter.
For a while I thought “End of bike, end of race”! But maybe someone could tow me… or if I found some oil.. #55 Kemal Merkit stopped and offered a slab of oil, and a lift to get help to push start the bike. I fixed the leaking oil seal, some locals provided with more oil, and finally after adjusting valves the engine was running again. I felt like MacGyver! But I had to ride slowly not to create any oil pressure, and I stopped many times to check oil and water level. And yes, I had no clutch today either.
I almost had the finish in sight, when the engine died again at the check point only 22 km from the finish – I started crying. The engine was steaming hot and leaking oil. I had to stop and let it cool down, pouring water on it. As the sun was setting the bike started but running very badly, and I prayed it would last the remaining 22 km. After 7 km I caught a slow truck, and as I tried to slow down before overtaking in the narrow track, the bike died on me. Again I broke into tears – why couldn’t it run for just the few kilometers – I felt so hopeless.
The bike was impossible to start again. The last biker that passed was so tired he could barely keep his own bike up. Now it was dark night and I was gazing at the stars – thinking I would have to push the bike to the end. Cars and trucks were still passing so my rescue was to get a jump start. Since the engine had now cooled down it started, and it ran very heavily and was noisy. I managed to ride almost all the way before it stopped and had to be pushed the last bit while my tears were running with anger, but I made it!! At 2 am I arrived in the bivouack, and my team hastily started changing the engine back to the one I used the first week. Meanwhile I tried to get my 2 hours of sleep before the next start.
As soon as I took off on the penultimate and very hard stage starting with 70 km of very soft and energy draining sand, I felt I had to ride gentle on the engine because it was also not running well. This showed to be a very good decision as the stage got worse, through some really muddy streches and endless of heavy fesh-fesh filled tracks, putting a lot of strain on the engine. Also I managed to get deeply stuck in a mud rut, and the only person who could drag my bike out of it was #5 David Casteu who was running behind me due to mechanical problems. ( Thanks David, you are a hero!) The last part of the stage I was running slowly, and I could see the oil was starting to leak also from ths engine. Late night I arrived to the bivouac and now I had no more engines to use.
The final stage started really bad. My Sentinel system was malfunctioning, so I lost 30 minutes at the morning start when the officials tried to get it workning. Also my clutch ceased again and now my biggest fear was that the engine was going to cease already on the 500 km morning liasion as I had to ride at 120km/h to make my start before the cars. Worried I started to cry while riding, I could not believe how many ways this Dakar had gone wrong. And still there was a long day to reach the finish in Buenos Aires.
The last special stage was only 180 km on fast track. I took off riding at a moderate pace and the engine was running quite ok. I thought me and the bike would make it… until it stopped only 2 kms from the end. I could not believe this was happening! Luckily #180 Sulem stopped and towed me the last bit (including 2 falls) to the finishline, where I jumped off and pushed the bike across and then let it fall on its side and me standing on it like a dead horse. Then Sulem towed me all the way to Buenos Aires. (Thanks Sulem, this is Dakar friendship!)
What a victory – to get that dead bike across the finishline! Defying all the hardship served to me the second week. And to still have a 100% finishing record is also a victory!
I’m just so disappointed I could not race for the win in this Dakar. But this is why the Dakar is the Dakar. There are so many factors that can go wrong, and you need to get all of them right to win.
Also know there were so many other good riders who suffered from all kinds misfortune – some of them didn’t make it to the finish.
Many thanks to everybody during Dakar that has helped out, fellow competitors (Pedro Bianchi Prata, David Casteu, Emmanuel Sulem, Kemal Merkit, Mathieu Serradori, Tina Meier, Christian Califano, Daniele Carmignani, Pederzoli, and more that i didn’t get name/numbers of)) officials, spectators. Truly this is what makes Dakar a special race – the friendship.
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The last week was a real hell, a bloody fight for survival.
So deeply disappointed. Hard to be happy, it all feel like a total failure. It’s so cruel that the leading position in the first week turned into such a disaster, with a long struggle only to reach the finish at all.
Have been crying many many many times in the last days of Dakar. It was a hopeless feeling standing out there in the night with a dead bike, hoping for som little help like towing it to make it run a few more miles. Yet not sure to make it to finish.
The last morning the sentinel was malfunctioning and caused 30 minutes lost time on the connection, also the clutch broke and a stressful hurry to the start of the last special – then all tears came flowing while riding. The bike could break on the way in that speed – had to keep 120 km/h to make it to start time before the cars went off.
Then the bike really broke only 2-3 km from finish. Luckily a friend helped out by towing the bike the last bit. Then the bike was pushed over the finish line. – I fell it down and stood on it with both arms up – this was my victory! Getting a dead bike to the finish.
Den sista veckan var ett riktigt helvete, en blodig kamp om överlevnad.
Otroligt besviken. Svårt att vara glad, känns bara så misslyckat.
Så grymt att den första veckans överlägsna ledning kan bytas till en sån katastrof, och det blir kamp om att kunna komma i mål överhuvudtaget.
Har gråtit flera flera flera gånger under de sista dagarna i Dakar. Det har känts så hopplöst att stå därute i natten med en död mc, och hoppas kunna få lite hjälp att bogsera igång så jag kan köra några mil till. Men inte vara säker på att komma i mål.
Sista morgonen när sentinel krånglade o jag tappade 30 min på morgontransporten, kopplingen lade av och jag stressade för att hinna till min start på sista specialen – då strömmade tårarna medan jag körde. Visste att hojen förmodligen skulle rasa på vägen för jag var tvungen att ligga i 120 km för att hinna (måste ta min start innan första bil sticker).
Och så stannade hojen bara 2-3 km före mål, men som tur var fick jag bogserhjälp den sista biten och kunde knuffa hojen över mållinjen. Sen välte jag omkull den på marken och ställde mig på den med armarna i luften – det var min seger! Att ha fått en död mc i mål.
The last stage ahead, S13. Starting with a bad engine, clutch and irritrack… It is a matter of time how long the bike runs. Had to put back the first engine as the second was not to repair after S11.
Have to ride slow and easy to spare the machinery. The special stage is not so long, maybe the bike makes it.
Everybody: keep on praying to all gods you know, or make up your own god!
Sista etappen kvar, S13. Startar med dålig motor, koppling och irritrack… bara en fråga om tid hur länge hojen kan köras. Var tvungen att sätta tillbaka första motorn, då tvåan inte gick att reparera efter S11.
Måste köra sakta och varsamt för att spara på maskineriet. Specialen är inte alltför lång, så hojen kanske klarar det.
Allihopa: fortsätt att be till varenda gud ni känner, eller hitta på egna gudar!
It’s like the whole bike is cursed! The problems with the engine still remain. Leaking oil, overheating… Also the irritrack is out of order. Must stop after wp1.
This stage was very long and tough and muddy after the rain in some sections. I could ride only very slow to spare the engine. It took almost 12 hrs to get through the special.
Reached the finish a quarter past midnight on pos 92 (?).
Det är som det låg en förbannelse över hela hojen! Maskinproblemen kvarstår. Oljeläckage, överhettning… även transpondern/irrritracken har krånglat. Blev stående efter wp1.
Etappen var mycket lång och jobbig och geggig efter regnet på en del avsnitt. Kunde sedan köra bara väldigt långsamt för att skona motorn. Det tog nästan 12 timmar att klara specialen.
I mål kvart över midnatt som 92a (?).
A Genuine Dakar rally “the Annie style”. Date 13th…
– The competition is over, but the adventure begins. What a drama! At 170 km after wp 5 the engine just stopped. The gasket box had got loose and all oil had run out. And the water had evaporated from the hot engine. “So, that’s it, end of rally.” She lay down in the shadow, when Merkit Kemal stopped and told her to make a try. He took her to some spectators who had cross bikes. They had oil and followed her back to her bike. Annie put the gasket back and secured it with wire ties. When the engine had cooled it could rotate, but did not start, not by kicking and not by towing. Annie figured that because the engine had run hot without oil and water, maybe the valves got stuck, so she adjusted them. And it started! The endgine does not work very good and the clutch is broken again, but she was on her way. She made some more fixing on the gasket and filled up oil and water at a gas station. Then went on to the the last section of this stage, about 150 km.
The engine has run quite good, Annie rode at only 50-90 km/h to keep the temperature down. Stopped at the last cp 20 km from finish because of overheated engine, filled up oil and waited for cooling. She reached finish as the last biker past midnight, over 15 hours on the way. Stage pos 91 (?).
The stage was shortened by 90 km to 530 km (622 km) because of heavy rain that had destroyed the tracks.
Äkta Dakar “Annie style”! Datum den 13e…
– Nu var tävlingen över och äventyret börjar istället. Stor drama idag! Vid km 170 efter wp 5 skar motorn ihop och det blev tvärstopp i maskineriet. Packboxen vid växelföraren hade tryckts ut och all olja runnit ur motorn. Vattnet dessutom dunstat i en rykande varm motor.
“Nu är det slut på årets Dakar”, tänkte Annie och hon la sig i skuggan. Då stannade Merkit Kemal hos henne och sa att göra ett försök. Han skjutsade Annie till några åskådare som hade crosshojar. Hon fick skjuts av dem tillbaka till hojen och tog olja med sig. Annie tryckte tillbaka packbox och säkrade med många buntband. När motorn kylts av gick den runt igen och startförsök gjordes, men motorn vägrade starta trots kickande och bogsering. Eftersom motorn gått varm utan både olja och vatten, tänkte Annie att ventilerna kanske fastnat, så hon justerade dem med stort ventilspel för säkerhets skull. Och motorn hoppade igång! Den går inget vidare och kopplingen har slutat fungera igen, men hon kunde fortsätta! På en bensinstation på transporten lägger hon brickor emellan växelpedal och packbox istället för buntbanden. Toppar upp med olja och vatten och kör till sista etappen för dagen, 150 km från wp8 till mål. Hojen har gått bra, men inte kört mer än 50-90 för att hålla ner värmen. Blev ändå överhettad och måste stanna 20 km från mål och låta kallna. Först efter midnatt äntligen framme som sista motorcykel, totalt över 15 timmar på väg! Etapp placering 91 (?).
Etappen var kortad med 90 km till 530 km pga häftigt regn som förstört spåren.
Today was the first race day. I had some problems with the tank, fuel was dripping out. I tried to fix it but it was not easy, must check it thoroughly later. This caused some delay, but I hope it did not cost too much.
It was raining rather much so the track got very muddy. The riding was quite good, I had a good day.
Idag var första tävlingsdagen. Jag hade problem med tanken som läckte bensin. Försökte täta läckan, men det var inte så lätt, måste kolla det ordentligt senare. Det orsakade en liten försening, men förhoppningsvis ingen större skada.
Det regnade rätt mycket så spåren blev väldigt geggiga. Köringen gick riktigt bra, jag hade en bra dag.
… but everybody is busy with service and mechanic work at the vehicles. It’s been very tough for men and machines, so all need maintenance to cope with the coming challenges. We have still another week ahead.
So there’s not much time for rest anyway.
It felt really, really good to wake up in Antofagasta this morning, though yesterday had been so crazy… Well, I got over it, I am still in the race. And tomorrow is a new race day.
I had a hotel breakfast, and took all the juicy stuff. Did my laundry properly as well, all the racing clothing that already looks like they’ve been around for months, after only these few days.
I went down to the bivouac and started fixing on the bike, it really needed to be attended to. Made a decision to replace the engine with the spare one I have. I thought this over very thoroughly, concidering what happened yesterday, with the back wheel bouncing around, what serious damage could have been caused.
It’s like airplane crashes, they don’t come out of the blue (well, the flights do). There’s always a series of incidents eventually causing that last part to fail. So, if I did not change the engine and had to withdraw the rally due to engine failure, I know for sure it would be hard to get over.
In the bivouac I talked to David Casteu, who crashed in the race and hurt his groin. And I also saw Cyril Despres riding his excercise bike in his tent. He seems determined to win. We’ll see.
Then I heard I had got 2 hours penalty yesterday! So I spent some time at the headquarters to sort it out. It appeared that other riders had the same issue, penalty for missing some waypoint. But this was caused by an incorrect mark in the roadbook, and everybody got the penalties removed. Though in my case it required quite a meeting with the racing jury today to correct the error. But all’s well that ends well.
Now it’s time to prepare the roadbook for tomorrow, so I took a peep: first thing on the track is fesh-fesh… uuuh
And because of that stupid penalty trouble I will stand far back in line to start tomorrow as 76, getting all dust in my face. Too bad – but hey, it’s my race number anyway.
See you on the next stage!
Stage 7. Iquique-Antofagasta, Special 600 km
Stage pos 63 09:44:25 (+03:10:11). Total pos 44.
But entering the rocky areas it got tough. Not for Annie but the bike! The ballbearing broke after one third in to the course. That severly slowened the speed. And it also could have been fatal!!!
“I was riding within top 30 and felt really good. Then at km 200 something I noticed that the rear wheel started to shake. It was the ceasing ballbearing and I had 400km ahead to ride to the finish, very slowly. Also ran out of fuel 50km from second refuel, because the bike wouldn’t roll with broken wheel, so the fuel consumption doubled. I waited a long time for help – thanks all guys who gave me fuel! I’m glad that not the whole wheel hub and axle didn’t break. That would been the end of this race. This hurts, but I can cope and go on…”
At the maintenance of the bike yesterday Annie’s friends in the Aussie team (Mange & co) noticed that the bearing was a little loose. They told her mechanics to fix it! Did they miss it?
Photo by Maindru
Photo by Maindru
This was the longest rally stage with various terrain – sand, salt blocks and rocky mountains. Very fast sections but also very very slow (I sure know!!!) …
On this stage the the maximum time limit was extended – it was even allowed to stay overnight on the track and arrive the next day.
But I made the stage in time, and could rest at the hotel. Starting to relax with a long nice bath – so relaxing that I actually fell a sleep in the tub!
Antofagasta – Iquique , Special 418 km
Stage pos 31, 06:02:56 (+01:15:57). Total standing 40.
We had a fear of engine problems when the bike didn’t start. My mechanic checked all details: adjusted valves, new sparkplug, cleaned carb and made it leaner, cleaned fueltanks. All was okay, no need to change the engine. The problem is the airfilter. I run two, but now we put a wettex cloth between the two filters and I had a spare set in my riding jacket, in case. Hoped we thought of everything now.
I decided to take no risks today.
Started like a Super Rocket. I was flying! And today i could use thumb a little. Nice fast and sooth track, but with dangerous washouts and cracks. I had one focus – stay out of dust – the engine barely made it yesterday. Strategy in off pist: I cut across everywhere I could only using compass and dust clouds. But my navigation and tactic worked and I passed many riders. At cp1 I was 15th general. I heard many got lost just before, but my navigation was accurate. Until 2/3 of the stage my position was between 15-19! Before cp2-refuel the engine started suffering, and at the refuel I changed the filter. Then the bike was happy again.
Photo by Maindru
Approaching finish I paced down a bit to save energy for the next stage 7 (tomorrow) 600 km, letting some bikers had a chance to overtake – but the time differencies were very small. All afternoon I could ride alone in no dust. enjoyed fantastic scenery, arid plateaus, mountains, dunes… like fom another planet. At the finish we had a 3 km descent from the mountain down to the sea. Breathtaking view! Biggest downhill I ever rode.
I feel just great! My thumb is still swollen but not hurting too much, and I could get good grip of the handlebar. So riding was all right, as there was no more terrible pain disturbing. But every night the thumb gets electro treatment and new supportive bandage.
Quite a race!