2013 La Carrera Panamericana: Prerace Antics
Okay, after 3 days of not blogging, I caught up on my words in the truck but didn't proof them so here it goes!
A couple of weeks ago Gerie AKA Yeri Bledsoe let me know that there had been
a rule change, when, I don’t know, but they now only allow 3 people to rotate
in/out of the car instead of 4, like we used to do. The irony of it is that
after several years of riding in the service truck, I am finally ready to
navigate again. And the day I received my new race suit in the mail, Yeri emailed to say I was out of luck. Other
folks said not to worry, that I would be able to get into the car but I
accepted that I might not be able to race, but I would still bring all of my
equipment and be ready.
When I landed in Veracruz Geezer said he had talked to one
of the LCP staff and she said I could race.
I was super excited and also a bit nervous, just because it has been a
while and El Jefe is a radically different and faster car than it was in 2007
when I last navigated in it.
We got to the Veracruz World Trade Center and it was so
fantastic to see my old friends! There
were only about 20% of the cars there, evidently folks who were still working
on their cars had them at the hotels.
What a contrast, being in a clean auditorium, with food and beverages
available, and a short walk to our hotel, versus 2006 when we stood on the hot
blacktop of the Costco parking lot for almost 4 days to prep El Jefe our rookie
year. Hotter than hell, no toilets,
food, drink, etc. Oh, and we had no idea what we were doing in 2006.
So Geezer took me back to the LCP HQ area to get me signed
in and that’s when we were told we could only have 3 in the car. Geezer said he had already decided that he
would bow out and let the “kids” race and he’d ride in the truck. That didn’t
sit well with me at all! This is his
race; he absolutely lives for La Carrera.
He doesn’t race Chihuahua and he quit racing Pikes Peak so LCP is it and
I wasn’t about to take that away from him.
I was very honored and touched that he offered me his seat but I just
couldn’t accept it. But my Norwegian
father had made up his mind. It brought
me to tears but there’s no arguing with him when he’s like that.
Stewie arrived on Wednesday and our team was then complete: Geezer, Rene, Stewie, me, Bimbo and
Tonio. El Jefe passed inspection without
a problem, but we did get an instruction that we’d need to fortify the rollbar for
next year. The safety requirements get
stricter every year.
Geezer is funny, every night he wanted to eat in the food
court in the mall attached to the WTC and our hotel. Okay, so I have been dying for real seafood
for about a month and nothing I can buy or cook in Denver has satisfied
me. I remember the giant shrimp we ate
in a palapa on the beach in 2006 and have been daydreaming of that shrimp. But night after night he gets Chinese food or
McDonald’s or whatever. Luckily I found
a little taco house called Los Trompos that had tacos arrancheras and I pretty
much ate them all. After 4 straight
meals there they ran out of arranchera.
Ha!
Our class is super competitive this year with Studebakers
like Paul Hladky’s and the Apple Farmer Studie which used to be the Habich
speedster. Rene said, “That’s okay, some
of them will land in a tree and we’ll just drive by slow and steady.” Not to wish anyone harm, but he really is not
kidding.
The Navigator’s meeting is absolutely necessary but it
lasted 2.5 hours and it was a bit brutal.
Gael did a great job and I always love that he smokes the entire time
but this time he had an e-cig so we didn’t get to share in his pleasure. A concern is that by a show of hands, it
appeared that half of the field of 85 cars contain rookie navigators. It’s gonna get crazy out there.
So after a brief family meeting about who was in and who was out, Geezer let me speak my peace and I told him I just couldn't take his seat and he acquiesced. I felt so much better! I have fun no matter what I'm doing and I came knowing I might not be able to race this time. So....off we go!
Stewie brought Geezer donuts from Houston. |
My brother eating McDonald's and me going native. |
Rene stickers up my helmet with lucha libre stickers. |
The homeys |
My new Aussie friend Cowboy and his team's Holden |
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