Stop living so safely!

“Life is an ongoing process in choosing between safety out of fear and the need for defense, and risk for the sake of progress and growth.  Make the growth choice a dozen times a day.” – Abraham Maslow

I can say that I have taken far more “risks” than the average person.  I have lived a wonderful life, accomplished many things, and had many adventures.  If I played it safe, I would be moving toward the ultimate risk – arriving at death without fully living.

How about you?

What are you intentional about right now?

When you make a decision and act, you move in that direction.

Direction over time equals destination.

What are you intentional about right now?

The power in your language

We bring about what we talk about.

What you talk about and focus on expands.

What are you talking about lately?

Be careful.  Only talk about what you want.

You are lucky!

What good luck did you have that you didn’t recognize or don’t remember as good luck?

Surely many good things happened…

Surely many bad things didn’t happen…

You are lucky!  Be grateful for your good fortune!

On My Honor

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpdgO5NG7w4

An inspiring story….

So I am done telling our four-wheel Baja 1000 story this year, and many of you are asking, “What happened to Tanner?”  (I have been teasing you!) If you recall Tanner is my son who was racing the Baja 1000 solo on a motorcycle for the fourth time.

If you win this race, you are the best long-distance desert motorcycle racer in the world.  This race is the big one.

Tanner wrote his own story, and I wanted to share a link to it today.  It’s dramatic.  It’s inspiring.  It’s worth reading.  Here’s the link.

https://www.tjanesky.com/post/2022-baja-1000-story-775x-tanner-janesky

Five on Four – Part 8 – the Finish

I drove, and Kevin called the turns.  We raced to Mike’s Sky Ranch – a rustic hotel in the mountains catering to off-road racers.  Just past Mikes, the course gets really steep and really rocky.  You can’t take a civilian vehicle back there.  

Mountain switchbacks….up, down, turns.  We come upon a race vehicle – a VW Beetle stopped.  The co-driver is out of the car and runs up to us.  We stop, the nose of our car pointing up at a 35-degree angle.  He asks us to pull him up the hill.  No way we can do it.  We apologize.  We don’t have the power.

When I step on the gas our machine struggles to pull itself up the rocks and silt on a steep grade.  

A few ridges later we see a driver carrying a wheel and tire down a steep hill.  He did not signal for us so we drove by.  We reckon we are 20 miles from the nearest ranch.  Then we see a race vehicle.  The spare tire fell off and the driver we saw had walked a long distance back up the hill to find it.

We get to the Pacific side hours after getting in the car.  Randy was waiting for us.  While he gave the car a once over, we ate a burrito and a cold Cappuccino drink without taking our helmets off.  Heaven. Two minutes and we were gone.  The course got smoother and faster for a while.  But that is not permanent in Baja.  I knew that.

Back into some really rough stuff, back east across the mountains.  A few driver changes later Marie and I were closing in on the finish line.  Marie had a coat on.  I didn’t.  I misjudged.    I thought we’d be done by dark.  We met our team at the finish, did our interview on the podium, and rolled forward and got out to celebrate.  We had finished fifth of seven after losing four hours when the wheel came off.  

I had done most of the driving, and I was beaten up, and sleep-deprived,  It had been 30 1/2 hours since the green flag dropped, and we were up for four hours before that.  But sleep deprivation was not my major problem.  Hypothermia was.  We took celebratory photos and I began quaking.  Not just a little shiver, I lost control of my body.  My legs didn’t work well.

I went back to the hotel room and got in a hot shower, but I still was shaking violently for a long time.  The team wanted to go out to dinner.  We got there, but I could not hold my head up and had to leave.

The next day when we went to see the official results, we had been disqualified for going backward on the course.  I was so disappointed.  In the end, it didn’t matter much.  We finished.  We weren’t racing for points and we would not have gained or lost any positions in this case anyway.  It was still disappointing.

We didn’t have a great result, but we did make great memories and had a great experience together.  To win, you have to get into the game.  If you don’t get out there and try, nothing happens.  And most times you will not achieve glory. But you got in the game.  You did something.  You tried.  You learned.  

Thanks to my team.  The longest continuous off-road race in the world, the Baja 1000, in the books.

An extraordinary life of shared experiences. 

1914, 2022.

Five on Four – part 7

Victor and Dustin arrived at mile 289 in the night.  Marie and I got back in the car and strapped in, and hooked our filtered air supply hoses to our helmets.  We were off to take on Matomi Wash.  Matomi is a wide wash that narrows and narrows to steep canyon walls.  There was a lot of rain and Matomi can be a violent torrent of water at its throat, moving boulders and changing the landscape.  It is very technical to navigate.

Marie and I went fast where we could, and crawled over boulders when we needed to.  Chris told me not to turn on ALL the lights at one time for long because the battery would go dead.  We remembered – but just how long we could run the lights we did not know.  

We made a 40-mile crescent and turned sharp left for another 55-mile crescent.  We had company.  One buggy, not in our class, was dogging us and made a pass at one point.  We passed him back, playing a game of who could find the best shortcuts where the wash made a wide bend.  Sometimes you’d cut the corner and pay a price by having to drive over bowling ball-size boulders for 200 yards.  Other times it worked out.

This was where we lost Tanner when we were prerunning.  He ran out of gas.  There are no gas pits set up for pre-running.  

This chase truck meet-up point was tricky.  Only one chase truck could come in.  It was 20 minutes off the paved road in soft sand.  Four-wheel drive was a must to get into the wash at Race Mile 360.  We didn’t see them where we were supposed to.  We stopped and doubled back.  Somehow we went past them in the 200-yard wide river wash.  I shut the machine down and Victor and Dustin got in.  

Victor turned the key.  Nothing.  Dead.  Apparently, I found the limit of how much you could run all the lights.  Victor knew there was a second battery.  Press a button on the keychain to access it.  I did not know anything about this.  Bad communication somewhere.  Whew.  Thanks Victor!  

They took off up the course.  In a few miles, they would be at the scene of a fateful accident that occurred with two motorcycles involved – and one of them was my son Tanner’s.  I’ll fill you in on the amazing story of his race later.  But this scene involved two broken arms, a broken back, a broken femur, seven ribs and a hip.  

We drive back out to the road.  It was far.  Back north up the highway.  Through the small city of San Felipe, we stopped at a taco stand.  Timing is everything.  They were the best tacos I ever had!  35 miles north, through a military checkpoint and 30 more miles to San Matias.  We waited for Victor and Dustin.  

The sky got lighter, and slowly daylight came again.  We were in front of a little store – the only store in the tiny town of SanMatias.  Coffee was a cup of hot water with a scoop of Sanka powder.  Nasty but great at that moment.  Everything else they sold was in cellophane.

Marie was pretty beat and tired.  So was I.  We talked about it and decided to put Kevin in as codriver with me for a brutal seven-hour 200-mile loop over the mountains to the Pacific Ocean, and back.

The car arrived.  Kevin and I climbed in while the mechanics walked around looking for problems.  

“See you in seven hours – God willing”….

Five on Four – Part 6

Ten miles after Kevin and Dustin got in the car, the left rear wheel fell off – or was broken off.  When the wheel came off the axle dragged in the dirt and rocks, and ruined it, and the hub and caliper.

In a crisis, communication is the key to understanding what is going on and what to do about it.  They were in the desert 50 miles from us.  Darkness dropped on the landscape.  At that point, we didn’t have a complete list of all the parts they would need. We looked for what we had in the chase truck we were at.  We had the axle – the left rear one!  We had the nut!  We had a caliper!  Wow!  Thanks to Jamie and Chris who prepared.

Now how to get it to them?  We decided to take the prerunner that was on the trailer.  We loaded the parts in and Victor and Jason McVikar got in it and drove towards the race mile they reported they were at to find them.

Jason is from British Columbia.  He has the distinction of being the human being who has crashed at the highest speed and lived to tell about it.  He crashed a motorcycle at 240 miles an hour.  You can look it up on YouTube. There is a graphic video of the crash. Unbelievable.  Jason is a great mechanic and we were happy to have him on our chase team.  

Time went by.  We waited for another message or call on the Sattellite phone.  When we got it, it said they needed another part.  We were losing a lot of time.  We figured out we had the other part but it was in another truck that was 50 miles away and we had no communication with that truck in the location they were at.  So we drove, and hoped he was there.

He was.  He had the part.  Meanwhile the four guys out on course made an executive decision not to wait, and to take the part off the prerunner to fix the race car.  They got going in the race car, and Kevin got a $100 cab ride from a local ten miles back to the road, got the part, and got a ride back to the stranded prerunner.  They fixed it and drove out to the truck, loaded it up and caught back up with us at Race Mile 211.

We had some bad luck, but some good luck in getting it fixed.  We lost four hours.  Now the pressure to race the other guys was off.  We just needed to drive smooth and fast and finish.

Victor and Dustin took the car through the infamous San Felipe whoops – 50 miles of waves in the sandy cobbled desert floor.

We raced down the highway in the darkness to meet them at mile 279.   

The stars in Baja sky were magnificent and all part of the beauty and danger that is the Baja 1000.

Five on Four – part 5, the "Summit"

Three hours in.  The grade sloped up gradually, and then steeper.  There were pine trees because at high elevation it’s cooler and it supports different vegetation.  We started going down.  You could see very very far into the distance from up here. 

It got steeper, and rocky.  Down.  Switchbacks.  Almost straight down on one side, and almost straight up on the other.  Boulders to go around.  Where you could not go around them, you had to pick a line and place your wheels carefully.  Rockcrawling a section.  Past the boulders step on the gas.  Steep down, step on the brake.  More boulders.  Consequences on one side.  Hundreds of feet down to the next step or plateau.  Don’t look.  

This is the “summit” crossing.  A race vehicle was stuck here and 20 race vehicles backed up behind him.  I sailed right through, making several passes of race trucks busted up on the rocks.  That’s Baja racing.  Go as fast as you dare.  How do you know when it’s too fast for the terrain you are on?  You crash or break your machine.  Now you are where no civilian vehicle can get to.  You are sleeping there.  Hopefully, you don’t freeze.

We descended.  Cut back right.  Descend.  Cut back left.  The valley floor got closer.  Mountains turned to hills.  Rough rocky hills.  Jagged rocks long since forgotten out there, daring you to go faster and so they can show you what they can do to your futile machine.

Finally, dirt.  Sand.  More rocks.  Dirt. Some of it suspended in the air.  Miles went by.  An hour since the top of the summit.  Sand dunes approach us, sucking the power from our drivetrain.  Five miles to go and someone pushed to pass on us.  We shift to the side.  Someone in our class.  Damn!  That was only the second one in our class to pass us so far.  We had passed two. I reckon we are in fifth place out of seven starters.  It’s the same position we started in.  We stayed on him.  It turns out that driver would not finish this race.

We were close to the road and where we’d meet our chase team.  I call in on the radio giving them a heads up that we were close, if they didn’t know by other means already.  300 yards from the pit a trophy truck is on our butt.  I pull over and he passes with a 1000-hp roar.  I make a huge mistake.  I pull back onto the course too soon.  A baseball-size rock is flying through the air like a bullet from his roost.  We have no windshield. 

I watch the meteor fly right into my face.  I had just paid $80 for a new shield on my helmet because the last one had microabrasions that caught the light.  Now I realized why they cost so much.  The rock hit me square between the eyes.  The sound it made inside my helmet was a violent bang. It did not break the shield but did gouge and dent it.  The rock fell into my lap and onto the floor where it rolled around for 400 miles.  It’s tight quarters in the cockpit and you cannot reach the floor while you’re sitting in the car strapped in.

If that rock hit me in the chest….

I pulled up to my team and Marie and I unharnessed and crawled out the windows – beat up.  No doors – roll cage instead.

When I first considered racing a UTV I figured it would be a lot easier.  The top class of racing trucks have 40″ tires and 36″ of travel on their suspensions.  They glide along the rough terrain without the driver feeling much of it.  But not UTVs.  We feel everything.  It’s like being in a giant popcorn machine.  It beats you up.  Neck, back, kidneys, elbows and knees even.

When I rode in a UTV as a co-driver from Vegas to Reno with Driver Jamie Campbell, I was supposed to be in the car for 500 miles.  I didn’t make it.  I prayed to get out or I’d puke in my helmet.  I was getting bounced around in there and had no control over what the driver was going to do.  I was calling the turns from the GPS which only increased the motion sickness. 

I got out at mile 250, took a 100-mile break, and got back in at 350.  Fortunately, there was another registered driver on our team and he was there to take my place.  The finish line at mile 500 could not have come soon enough.  I had to get out – right then.  A couple more miles and I was going to barf.

My wife Marie took all that abuse and never complained.  I felt bad when we’d hit something big or violent – which was often.  She’d just grunt and groan as I did, and we carried on.

Kevin and Dustin got in.  Kevin driving.  But the team found an axle joint (CV) boot was disconnected in the rear and the grease for the joint had spun out.  This will lead to overheating and failure.  We had to fix it.  Randy and Jason smeared grease into the boot, slid it back on, and used a heavy wire tie to secure it.  Would it hold?  We’ll see.

We lost ten minutes.  Off they go from mile 155, headed to 211 where we’d see them again.  We headed 60 miles down the highway, racing to get there before they did.  Once there we got a text message from Kevin’s spot tracker – 

“Mile 165 Left rear wheel fell off.  Need axle nut, axle and hub.”

We looked at each other wide-eyed as we processed the message…