Rallyt fortsätter, trots oron igår för dåligt väder! Uppe i bergen blev det klar himmel.
Etapp 4 är en tuff slinga i bergen, 430 km special, totalt 630 – första delen av maraton! Specialen tog över 10 timmar. Placering 95, bland de sista i mål.
Alla våra bilar hamnade långt ner i resultatlistan. Ingen bra dag för teamet.
Vilken mardröm vi haft på första delen av maratonsträckan.
Efter bara 50 km började bilen misstända och sen dog motorn. Vi fattade ingenting. Efter en stund kom vår teamkompis #396 Derek Price och försökte dra igång bilen – gick inte. Så han bogserade vidare. Efter ca 20 km hoppade bilen igång och vi kunde köra vidare. Men motorn gick dåligt.
Sen stannade den igen och tredje teambilen #411 Bruno Rodi med vår mekaniker Glen Thompson kom till undsättning. Glen kopplade bort sensor för luftflödet, och då funkade den igen – men bara en stund.
Därefter har vi kämpat oss fram, och stannat och mekat flera gånger hela vägen fram till mål.
Vi har kommit fram att det måste vara glappkontakt någonstans med bränsle/luft, frågan är var.
Som inte motorproblem var nog, blev jag höjdsjuk sista 100 km av specialen och kräktes. Inte haft sådana problem förut.
Kämpade även de sista 100 km transport till bivacken, i regn med en knappt körbar bil.
Vi kom till slut fram, efter en lååång dag kring midnatt, jättetrötta. Sen sova…
SENASTE INFO! (på kvällen)
En åskådare hade sprungit över vägen precis framför bilen! Föraren hade då väjt undan, för att inte köra på. Istället åkte hon av vägen och voltade, och också träffat några i publiken. Antal skadade troligen 5, ingen info om hur allvarligt.
Där ser man… ofta är det just åskådare som uppträder tanklöst och oförsiktigt, och då händer olyckor.
En mycket trist debut i dakar-rallyt för kineserna. Mitt beklagande!
Latest news! (at night)
A spectator had run over the street just in front of the car! The driver tried to avoid a collision, but instead the car slid off the road and turned over, hitting some spectators. There are now maybe 5 injured people, but no info of how seriously.
The spectators quite often act silly and careless, thus causing accidents.
A really sad Dakar rally debut for the Chinese. I’m very sorry for them.
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Jag skulle starta tidskval kl 18.03, men de höll kvar fem bilar framför mig, för sträckan blev stoppad pga en krasch. Vi blev ombedda att ta av hjälmarna mm – det skulle ta tid att röja upp. Av säkerhetsskäl stängdes hela sträckan, och resten av startfältet kunde inte genomföra den.
En rejäl krasch alltså. Många blev skadade – det kom flera ambulanser och helikoptrar till platsen.
Det går olika rykten om vad som hänt, men uppenbarligen var det en allvarlig olycka. Bil #360 Mini, en kinesisk kvinnlig förare och med erfaren codriver, körde av vägen och rätt in bland åskådare. De deltar för första gången i Dakar, men har kört mycket i Kina.
Mina första känslor: Verkligen tråkigt att någon kör av redan på prologen, det får man liksom inte göra! Prologen, som är endast 11 km, är ju bara uppvärmning, och körtiden påverkar inte ens slutresultatet. Då ska man absolut inte köra med full gas. Rejset är 14 dagar så man bör spara på krafterna!
Imorgon startar ekipagen huvudsakligen i nummerföljd. Annars startar man enligt resultat på föregående sträcka – men nu blev den ju inte av.
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There has been an accident at km 6.6 of the prologue’s special, with car #360 veering off the road and hitting four spectators. The organisers immediately deployed all resources available to the site of the accident: four medical helicopters, three medical vehicles belonging to the organisers and eight local ambulances. Injured individuals are likely to be swiftly taken to hospitals in the area following an initial medical evaluation by the organisers’ medical teams on the site.
The race directors immediately decided to neutralise the race.
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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And my dear friends & family who are always supporting and helping..