The 1000 km of Dakar. Part two.

Look outside: what do you see?

Around your kitchen: what do you see?

Look at your desk: what do you see now?
And when you look into your fridge?
And when you think about Christmas presents? Finished? Nicely wrapped with lovin labels?
The larder? Stacked with home made delicacies for the holiest of holy nights?

Anybody out there who sees: falling white Snow, sweet smelling full fridge, clutter free desk, nicely stacked larder, shiny, clean kitchen and beautifully wrapped christmas presents for those dear to the heart?

Uff.

I´m sorry,

YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED HERE, TODAY.

Anybody else: let‘s go back to warm sunny Africa. Escapism, please.
The hot, sunday part of the race.
The second half.

Sunday morning half of the team Schtroumphette felt like I do right now: hangover.(grump), because we had celebrated Sarah‘s (Jeff‘s Girlfriend) Birthday and La Schtroumphette‘s temporary third place at night.
When we left the hotel in the morning after breakfast the thermometer was already showing 29 Degrees centigrade, promising a day even hotter than the previous.

 

 With our starting order being the same as the day before and the start of the of the race this day at eleven, my turn would be at around 1.30, in the full blaring heat of the day. I‘m not particularly heat proof, so I was worried. In fact Jeff, having taken the start again was significantly slower that the day before and not only because he was tired but the heat also made it much harder for the cars to go fast.
In fact quite a few cars didn‘t make it through to the end.

 When I get into the car and start to drive, she feels incredibly fresh. No sign of wear, no fading of breaks, she´s in the flow, this african queen we immediately flow together. I fact I manage to repeat our fastest lap from the day before twice! Then the pace car comes out again and it's a good opportunity to drink which is difficult with my closed helmet, I usually loose time fiddling with the tubes on normal laps. Here I gulp down 2 litres in minutes! When the pace car leaves it takes only two laps to find concentration again, but the heat is soon really getting to me, I feel the blood thickening.Talking to myself,wondering how it is possible to endure such tremendous heat.Perhaps that's a sign of cracking, maybe it´s a sign of feminine stress management, yet when the concentration is noticebly fading the flag comes on and the race is OVER.

I'm super super happy not only for having been very regular and as quick as the day before but also about having been level headed about my heat racing capability. (Poor Enrique had to do three more laps, so I could three less..).

When I come into the box my adorable team mates inform me that Marc and Bertrand in their quick catch up chase have taken the third place from US. The impertinence!
Grrrrr... and some expressions impossible to put down here. Enrique and I go back to the workshops to change, when suddenly Bertrand comes running: We´re called up onto the Podium!

Thank you Jeff, for letting me participate in this race yet again, with YOUR beautiful Stroumphette, it not only soo much fun to be in a team with you and Enrique, it has also given me the moment up there. It makes a difference! It really does! Really really really.

 Here is a bit of Sarah, who took all these beautiful photographs during the race:

Hey, did YOU think we could do it?

What a wonderful ending of 2011. This race has proven I can do it, even my foul “Schweinehund" has to give in.(Here in Germany you will encounter the weirdest of superstition: people believe they have a "pigdog" sitting on their shoulder, preventing them from doing basically anything which does them good. Just weird.)  A great note to finish 2011 and a very promising one for the next season! 

Writing this, remembering these moments has given me strength to face kitchen,wrapping, tidying, pre-x-mas duties. 

Thank you.