11/01/2025
Ok, so today was massive. Everything started out well. Some riders in front of me made some navigation errors and I made up some spots early. Then it was my turn to follow the wrong guy at a critical point and lost about 15 minutes. You can never recover time lost, regardless of how hard you ride!
The refuel point was after the first 250km. From that point on I was literally a passenger. I’ve had a virus that’s been manifesting over the last two to three days. There was nothing enjoyable about the last 250km of Stage. So many rocks on very high speed tracks with a cross wind that meant you had to ride on a lean.
To top it off, they threw us into some soft dunes at the 400km mark. I tacked on to the back of a fellow Malle Moto rider. He’s done Dakar 17 times and knows his nav. My only focus was staying on his tail and letting him do the nav to get us home.
We arrived and our trucks were not here yet. So I parked at the mess tent and scoffed some pasta and hot chocolate. Then passed out it on the floor for at least an hour in cold sweats. Feeling a bit better now, but have to ride to a servo to refuel.
The bike’s not getting any TLC tonight. No crashes. So nothing to fix and I doubt I will be pushing too hard tomorrow. Time to give up some time and hope that I recover quicker than most here with the same symptoms. Several have withdrawn as a result.
I had been palling up with a Brit guy. Unfortunately, he crashed out big time and got a ride in the helicopter. From what I have heard, he has a broken ribs, a punctured lung and broken arm/wrist.
Two of the three guys who I shared a boat cabin with are also out. One a broken collar bone. The other a broken pelvis. Serious s**t. There is no forgiveness in a fall at speed in so much rock.
Time to refuel before the night cold sets in and get myself some drugs and calories on board.
It’s not easy to get photos of anything decent other when stopped. Hopefully anybody interested is getting their fix from the organisation coverage