Farahani 1989

Fernandez Agustin Dakar 1989

If something you want, one way to find.
If you don't want it, an excuse to find.
(African proverb)

Along this dirt track, Farahani about Suzuki DR during Dakar 1989.

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Ban and Mabuya Dakar 1989

Ermanno Ban shooting at Fabio Marcaccini the pictures on the beach Dakar in 1989.

Girardi 1989

Girardi Team Assomoto Dakar 1989

In. Girardi about Honda 600 Assomoto team at the start of the Dakar 1989. Will get to the finish line in 41° position.

The strip contains 1989

Jordi Arcarons Dakar 1989

A very fast Jordi Arcarons scooting on his Suzuki DR Big during the Dakar 1989.


Honda Africa Twin Marathon Dakar 1989

The wild bunch of Honda Africa Twin Marathon Edition 1989.
You recognize: #130 Roberto Boano, #35 Jean-Bruno Barguil, #35 Sylvain Richet, #136 Gerard-Louis Filiat, #143 Didier Favolini, #172 Jean Brucy, #152 Bernard Lakey, #174 Bernard Favereau, #163 Pascal Maison, #147 Dominique Auzanneau.

Marquez Paricio 1989

Marquez Paricio Dakar 1989

Marquez Paricio on Suzuki DR 750 BIG during the Dakar 1989.


Dakar 1989: the last to “Findus”

For Giampiero Fatemian the Paris-Dakar race ended prematurely for a bad ruzzolone that did keep many suspense. The pilot perugino, who was married to the Yamaha Sonauto only a week before the start of the race, is fallen the 6 January per kilometre 160 the selective Tahoua-Talcho, ending at 90 mph in a pit covered with fesh-fesh, and violently beating the boss.

Rescued by a medical team of the TSO that requested the immediate intervention of the helicopter, during transport to the hospital Gamkallè of Niamey, Fatemian lost consciousness, remaining in a State of alert for about an hour and a half. Visited immediately, his conditions were found to be satisfactory but by French doctors who authorized the return to Italy carried out with a special flight of the TSO.

Upon your arrival to Fiumicino, Fatemian were delivered aboard an ambulance, the University Hospital of Perugia where, After some tests, He was found with suspected cranial trauma slight fracture, bruising to the eye and the right elbow. The prognosis is still reserved but should be dissolved within a few days. The accident Fatemian doesn't remember anything.

"There were a few kilometres at the end of selective when suddenly perhaps for a moment of distraction-ing myself on Earth. I think I have banged his Chin but it's a vaguely remember. I was then told that I ended up in a hole, a trivial incident that could have been avoided in view of the fact that I wasn't very strong».

Is bitter, He doesn't say it but the Dakar lacks.
«A real shame because this year I could get the sixth or seventh in Dakar That I fit the showed rank, they saw me constantly among the top ten».
The pilot perugino tap now a long period of convalescence. Talk of the Edition number twelve is decidedly premature.

Source motosprint


Cover Magazine Motosprint 1989

Cover of the weekly magazine Motosprint dedicated to Franco Picco and adventure of Aldo Winkler dispersed in the desert.

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Agadez: They called him the day off

The city of Agadez is remembered in the history of the Paris Dakar as the day of rest. The race would stop for an entire day to catch your breath, licking your wounds and compose himself a bit.
The Organization needed to take stock of the situation for the second half of the race and count the survivors.
The official teams of cars and motorcycles usually rented a whole House,preferably with garden enclosed by high walls of fences in order to completely redo the means in race.

The mechanics of large airborne team expected riders motorcycle with hand tools already and every good things ready ... new complete wheels with tires mounted, chains,suspensions,everything possible was being replaced or regenerated ... including the pilot that could be finally a shower, eat two square meals and relax a bit in the second half of the race.
The previous stage Agadez was usually long and grueling, I never understood though because the organization wanted to decimate the pilots to take up in Dakar or because he had then time retrieving it the next day ... For private drivers, the rest day did not exist !
Indeed you were bad, It was a beautiful day soon!

It was the only chance to try and compose himself a bit, There were no meccanici waiting and crates of fresh ready to assemble parts, case book or rooms reserved at the Hotel.
I remember well the "horrendous" stage N'Guigmi-Agadez, during the 12th Edition which led to some much-needed rest day ... or as I prefer to call it I.

Early morning departure, motorcyclists, one every minute, After 100 meters took a lead on the left, before all the big fighting for victory, then we were running the race against race led by one goal ... to get to Dakar !

I had already taken a penalty for various problems in the days leading up to the bike and I left around the fortieth position, but the pass was from first 20, then once started I began immediately to chase the dust of who was ahead of, party before me.
The bike was the fruit, the suspension ended, as well as the tires and all that ... but after a while there were more case, were you trying to push as much as possible to pick up front.

Well, When he touched me so about 40 minutes after the departure of the first ... I see a white Toyota TSO that instead of turning left as all the riders that had preceded it passes a small dune in front of the departure ... and pulls straight: ready to go I decided to follow her!
The track was initially well defined and notes on the road-book returned all, the only thing that came back was the fact that there was dust in the rider's front office bldgs..
Kilometre after kilometre couldn't live with reason, the notes came there were references but there was the shadow of the other drivers in the race ... was the Ténéré I wasn't on the promenade of Riccione!
The stomach I shut a bit and every now and then I would stop watching the Michelin map, which always carried with me, There was no Gps! Just a small pocket Compass bought at hunting and fishing under the House before we left and one on the handlebar, one of those from ultralight that whilst you were spinning like a top.

After four hundred kilometres, the special was by 870...si 870, I see the helicopter of Sabine father that settles on a Dune later, gets out and begins to wave our arms about to call me, I look around as if to say you say me ? Yes, It was just me, He said to me.
I go by Sabine and asks me, of course in French, with tone quite worried:
on the Road-book notes are fine, the track and the road book return?

I always reply in French but with unmistakable accent of Romagna:
"Oui bien sur Monsieur Sabine Tout Bien! “

And he: “ go you're leading the race, you were the one to take the Bonne slopes !

I hadn't yet met a single concorrente...ma all came. And I didn't have anything wrong, were others who, failed the pop, all behind, I was in the lead, me and my motina who stood together with the straps and finished tires.
After a while comes Orioli with Cagiva che mi passa at twice the speed ... then Rahier Suzuki ... I thought SIN, I got a taste, but there were more than 400 kilometers in Ténéré with sandbanks infiniti and a chance to get bogged down or getting lost more 1000 times.

It was nice while it lasted!
Returning to Agadez, I got there late at night, in seventh place, and I guarantee that considering my condition, It was as if I'd won special! When you come to Agadez at night from an individual is a mess, There is nobody waiting for you and don't really know where to go, not your usual bivouac, begin to spin and to look for someone you know who can tell you where you can sleep eat, and do your first shower after Paris.

But my thoughts after drinking a beer in the first kiosk was to find a place on the dusty road to fix the bike, change the tires and replace the air filter (I rode on my bike that Renault's paper 12, car very prevalent at the time in Africa, and then also to Agadez).
I wasn't thinking about the next day's rest, adrenaline racing doesn't it feel real tiredness, six destroyed but think the next step, to what you have to do to survive in the race, that consumes you slowly.
If the stories now waiting with the camper and the cleaner no one believes, did you have to go to latch, If you don't find new tires from some team that lost for the pilots had to replace those discarded by big, and definitely were better than your. Go over everything they can, change the oil, Clip fasteners and solder if there was to be welded.

If you had luck and truck on which you rented your small space, It was still in the race we came your things and your ricambi...in salad, completely covered up and eroded by abrasion and vibration of a piece against each other in the truck on the track.
If you had a sweatshirt and a pair of trousers on the truck were certainly not fresh but they were definitely better than the Dainese you had on me about ten days.
Well from this salad had to retrieve your pieces and change everything, chain rack and pinion, adjust the best way possible everything you had destroyed in the early 10 race days and introduced at the start of the next day with a minimum of dignity!
The shower and thought to get a little’ physically it was really the least of the problems.
And they called him the day off.

Keep ...

Fabio Marcaccini


Paxil Jacques 1989

Jacques Paxil Dakar 1989

Jacques Paxil do you help by “thrust company” to pass a challenging Ford during the Dakar 1989.