We stayed in a brand new hotel, built sometime in the past year. After I'd arrived on Friday, Jim mentioned that he believed the hotel was built by looking at a picture of a hotel rather than blueprints. Then he showed me the light switches. Okay, I get it!
But it was nice, for me. It's in a quieter location (not downtown where all the partiers and fireworks are) and the heater actually worked in my room. With my ear plugs, benadryl, contoured pillow that I brought from home, and the working heater--I had the best night's sleep I'd EVER had in Mexico.
But then I took a shower. Cold water. Yuck.
The race begins at 6am, so we have to be in place with our computers and paperwork ready to go. We parked Jim's motorhome next to the arches--it's the gateway to the town and it also served as the Start and Finish line.
We were joined at the arches by a huge media trailer.
And I was an hour early because my alarm was set for the wrong time.
We had our usual military guards for security. But I don't remember there being a truck-mounted gun before!
We had 107 bikes and quads start their race, then a couple of hours later the trophy trucks lined up for their start:
We were surprised at the number of UTV's, or, Rhinos that were racing. This one is a UTV but I have no idea what kind:
250 miles later, he actually came back to the Finish line. On time!
We worked until after 10pm, then I gladly climbed into my perfect room in my cozy little corner of Mexico.
The next morning I was up before everyone else so I went downtown in search of some breakfast tacos. Obviously, there was quite a party the night before:
There were tents on the beach, and one of the tents was crushed and laying down. I figured it had been abandoned until I heard someone roll around inside it. I had to sit and watch because the guy struggled around for several minutes, as if he wasn't sure where he was at!
But the rest of the beach was silent, except for the waves. The tide was beginning to come in and the sun was coming up.
I found my tacos, got back to the hotel and we all caravanned up to the border.
We waited 90 minutes to get back across! Busy day at the port of entry.
After driving all day, and I do mean all day....
I made it home to my sweetie. Shay will be home in the morning and he'll see the cool autograph I got him from Robbie Gordon. Oh, and the cool t shirts. What a spoiled little guy.
