This is a shot at the hotel in La Paz at the end of our race and the beginning of our adventure home. Doug Nagy and I had the pleasure and honor of being around Bruce Meyers on his latest trip back to Baja during the 2011 NORRA Mexican 1000.
His stories and memories of the places and races of past days were amazing to listen to as we rolled through the Mexican desert. And to see the Mexican people young and old recognize him as the man who helped bring this amazing sport to life, and to their country put a huge smile on my face. Even as the ever humble Mr Meyers would shrug his shoulders and wonder why they were making a big deal about he and his cool little red car.
We won the race in our class and then set to the task of homebound logistics. Bruce needed to get the car home to California and Doug Nagy and I need away to get home. Marty Fiolka talked to Bruce and Winny and they agreed to let Doug and I bring little red home. So we loaded up and off we went.
Doug and I thought it would be cool to photo document our adventure up the peninsula running close to some of the places that Bruce had raced in old red so many years ago.
Our first day of travel we headed out of La Paz with no real plan on where to stop. We made it to Loretto in good time and had enough daylight left to push on. We had agreed at the beginning of this trip, not to drive at night and play cow roulette! We pulled into conception bay at dusk and found a cool little beach to camp on.
In true Meyers fashion we pulled little red onto the beach next to a fire pit. We toasted a great day in Mexico with a cold Tecate and set out our sleeping bags on the sand and went to sleep under the stars, dreaming of races and adventures past. The next morning we awoke to seagulls and sunrise. Again we headed north after a great breakfast at Olivias! Thanks to Marco and Olivia for your hospitality. We pushed through strong crosswinds but Bruces stronger little car kept on trucking. We stopped along the way in a few spots to take pics and enjoy the view.
We rolled into San Quitin near dark and had heard stories from Bruce of the Old Mill Hotel and the volcano near it that he had driven to the top of with old red so we couldn’t help ourselves but stay there. We got checked in with Jim and he handed us a cold Pacifico to welcome us. We got our history lesson about the place from him as we sipped our cervezas and enjoyed the pictures and race posters on the walls.
With a great meal and a good nights sleep we loaded up and headed north once again. Knowing this was or last day with little red made the drive that much more fun. As we rolled along, little children to construction workers smiled and waved as we past.
We pulled into Ensenada early afternoon and stopped at my favorite taco joint for lunch. We chatted about our adventure as we ate but didn’t mention that it was coming I an end. We didn’t want to admit it to ourselves.
Passing the beaches and bungalows I wondered how it must have felt for Bruce to get to this point in his record breaking run so many years ago. If he felt relieved it was over or if, like us, didn’t really want it to come to an end.