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Dakar 1992 | Patrick Faure: when even Peterhansel asked me who I was…

It's true, at dakar there are special people. I have known many of them and with great amazement, even among the official pilots. Many, Indeed, everyone I've been dealing with, even for an exchange of jokes, they were all kind, available and not at all superior. Franco Picco didn't hesitate to disassemble my saddle and tanks to find the reason for a small inconvenience. Even when he hit me drunk in Montpellier, him and Edi Orioli they stopped to help me start again with a pat on the shoulder "come on, you can do it" that did more effect than any painkiller. Franco gave me the tools without hesitation... "you pay me at home".

Danny La Porte at Le Cap he made my time at the prologue and we joked up in line for dinner at the first bivouac in Africa. Meoni you didn't even need to look for it, greeted you first him and asked you how it goes. In the past, the "Bogio" Andrea Marinoni he told me "bravo, go easy..." and I "there's no problem, more than that I don't go!!”

But who even made me smile was the great Stèphan Peterhansel. At Le Cap he accompanies me in his camper van "Tullio Provini", with Chicco Piana and their respective ladies. The bike tucked half into the bathroom and half in the hallway. A tirade to Rouen where the checks were set up. I pass the administrative part and I go into a crowded shed of people with drivers lined up for brands. I push my bike and i squat, all Yamaha, private and officers, in the lead Motor France and Byrd.

I arrive and they already look at me, unique with the mechanics in tow and two young ladies who helped me keep documents, helmet and overalls, while Tullius and Chicco stroves to fix at me the obligatory rear lights which I had ignored. A few moments and in the shed burst ten (10!) my friends with a stadium scream "FIOREEEE" left Bologna without being able to tell me anything, all in a camper van of six. An incredible shame, even the fans!

Then finally we start! With mid-race road books tucked everywhere in your jacket, dressed like a palombaro from the cold that there was. Two days of state and provincial elections to Marseille, passing through Paris and Burgundy. In a stretch of mountain, it was snowing and the anxiety of arriving late blew me several refreshment points where the locals had set up real village parties with ramps, Arches, banners and interviews. In a small village they gave me a burning coffee and leaned two croissants on the filter case, away on the fly even there with the snack hovering over the tanks.

So I reached a group and queued, there were even the two official Yamahas and the pace was good for me, on the ground there was a thin layer of compact snow. When I got to a big service area, I see everyone's coming in. for a stop and full, i'm going to accode, but before we get in Peterhansel, probably fooled by the pile of snow at the side of the road, doesn't see the sidewalk and slips into the ground. I can hear him undead, his assistant (on road bikes) helps him lift with difficulty, then I go down and grab his pigtail and in three we pull up the bike.

As soon as you enter, together with the distributor, another stadium scream "FIOREEEEEE", four drunk friends, around wineries celebrating New Year's Eve! As soon as they saw motorcycles they ran screaming to hug me. I feel a hand on his shoulder and it was he, Peterhansel, looking behind my back to read the name and tells me: "excuse moi Fiorini, but you who are you in Italy with all you fans who take you with you?” My answer was: "none, i've never won anything, but I have a lot of friends". And more laughter!

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Dakar 1992 | The premiere of Patrizio Fiorini

It was my first Dakar, my best. I left at the bottom of the Ténéré, and there, I was loaded onto the balai truck, abandoning and losing my bike forever. The next stage was neutralized in a transfer that went down in history as more dangerous than the special, N'Giugmi to N'Djamena.

After that stage, no more no retreating (among the bikes). I was so that I didn't want to hear anything about Le Cap anymore. I managed to get to an airport between taxi passes and makeshift vehicles, and catch a flight home from Niamey.

I arrived in Italy that the race was already over, still dressed as a motorcycle with boots, suit and helmet in hand. Learned of the death of Lara from the friend who picked me up at night in Malpensa. I have such a beautiful but devastating memory of that edition that makes me say today “I was there”.

But in those days I cursed myself. Never edition so ramshackle and unlucky. Very few subscribers. In its approximation, organization Gilbert Sabine gave me bivacchi in contact with the champions, where they themselves had little assistance. An edition where private and officers ate together. Nice people. Good memories.

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Walter Surini to the finish in Cape Town in 1992

Twice at the start and twice at the finish, back in ' 91 in Dakar, 36th, in Cape Town, 20th. Walter Surini has again shown to have the ability and temperament to deal with grueling African Marathon. Defending the colors of Kawasaki LP Italy paid off the great trust accorded him by bringing the 500 Kle twin-cylinder four-stroke from one end to the other of the dark continent by tapping the success in the category 500 (It has long been leading the provisional merit list) and hitting the 500 International, reserved for drivers with good results in international rally.

The pilot of Mangalore completed his second adventure in Dakar finishing twentieth absolute on Kawasaki – the jump of a stamp for a well known errata for road-book cost him a penalty of 12 hours.

Great satisfaction upon arrival. Maletti is winner of the cat. up to 500 CC.

Great satisfaction of Surini with teammate Maletti upon arrival.

– And’ been more exciting to reach Dakar last year or Cape Town this year?
“They were both beautiful sensations. It was the first time in Dakar, It was the end of an adventure waiting to be discovered, in Cape Town I was impressed by the welcome we have bestowed, the enthusiasm of the spectators. If I really have to choose was nicer arrival ' 92 because the race was more difficult, more tiring and stressful. That's not true, as has been said and written, in the second part the race was a walk. Yes, There are more twists at the top of the rankings but we crossed treacherous paths and very hard, It was not a vacation, I can assure you. Who said the opposite or withdrew halfway through or made transfers by plane.”

– It was nevertheless disappointing one cannot deny. If it were part of the organization that changes would?
“I would still bet on complete crossing of Africa but I would carry out the race in contrast, from South to North, from Cape Town to Tripoli. Think, in early stages with short postings just to create the right climate and then, in the desert, the great final selection. Of course there would be disadvantages in this case, for example the transportation in South Africa would affect the timing of, but from a competitive point of view you would come up with a competition more interesting and uncertain until the very last.”

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Walter Surini on Kawasaki KLE 500 IP Team Italy

– From 36th in the twentieth was a big step forward. Merits of more experience or even what else?
“First could be even much better, without the jump of timbre in the final and the subsequent heavy penalty I could earn up to five positions. Some experience has played a significant role but crucial was the reliability of my Kawasaki, a bike sometimes inadequately powerful, with a non-specific trim but very reliable. Than twelve months before I have troubled a lot less, did not have serious breakage even if for a few days I ran without the fifth gear, I could get to the bivouacs within a reasonable time and then come back much more rested and polished at the start of the next fraction. And all this despite our Organization has had to do without very soon helping truck forcing us to limit replacement of worn parts and often begging some tarpaulin or other spare parts.”

– But exactly what happened that day who missed the passage control?
“That was a deadly stage, really very challenging, and the incident happened to me has happened to several other drivers. Sure I arrived a few minutes late to the morning briefing but what led me to the error was a false note of the road-book. It made me take a runway parallel to the one, in the middle of the vegetation, and I couldn't help noticing the stamp, that maybe was very close to where they transited. I was penalized with twelve hours, the inconvenient cost me really expensive.

– Its levels are unable to equalize the costs or even participate in this race involves economic sacrifices?
“I tied the score but objectively after such a grind, having spent a month between dust and sweat, their ground thousands of kilometres I don't seem to mean a heresy when I say that something in your Pocket should also remain. Besides us pilots were so, the passion too often makes us do irrational things.”

– Now in his future what's?
“At the end of February account to achieve the commercial helicopter pilot while pilot patent expect Kawasaki defines its upcoming programs. Certainly account to participate in some important rally.”
by Danilo Sechi
http://www.motowinners.it/spazio%20interviste/Surini%20Dakar%201992.htm

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Patrick Faure, My Dakar

Category Malles Bike: i.e., the organization takes a case with your spare parts and, I think, two wheels. You in a field set, lighted, with various services type: gazebo, compressor, idropulitirice, welding machine, mechanics of the organization when available, place for tents, showers ... you have to deal with it to do everything.

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Pretty much what in Africa in the years ' 80 and ' 90 was a semi-official pilot treatment. In those years the private started with Backpack, and at most, some spare parts on a truck. The most "rich" had a mechanic along with other pilots and some extra spare.
Then there were ten "officers", but they were on a different planet. I could feel lucky, Thanks to a friend, I had loaded on a truck in the race, a case with oil, filters, inner tubes and a replacement motor. And a bag with some clothes over the ones I was wearing since the verifications in Rouen.

At the second stage in Libya on my friend's truck Stefano Pirola Lissone breaks, decide to save what can be saved on my way home. All I managed to do was deliver the bag with clothes in a car by a French team, a Toyota Team South which remained very private walk two stops after. Just in time to leave the bag at the bivouac, the sleeping bag no, What if they left him in the car ... I came months after home with greetings and gadget South Team.

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So at the bivouac of the second leg in Libya, I found myself as I was for days, only boots on the feet, without a drop of oil for motorcycle, without sleeping bag (the tent was not expected), filters or anything for the unexpected. The clothes that I found were the last thing I needed, I had been traveling for years alone without providing anything for me, just for the bike, and see me deliver the bag by two gentlemen of bad luck on 4 wheels, It seemed a tease, but they were so beat up that ringrziai, We spent a fine evening together, We exchanged addresses us by promising a nice car and motorcycle team for the following year (dreams from bonfire under the stars).

At the bivouac of the first stage I couldn't even find my truck, the chaos was total, a storm of wind and rain had reduced the area close to an airport in a quagmire of mud and sand. I remember Montebelli and Mabuya, friends who I sold the bike, maintain their 660 under a makeshift space from flood Yamaha BYRD. I I wandered until dawn trying to lie down on the plastic sheeting of whom had managed to open the curtains below a large gazebo. From there onwards, until my abandonment for breaking change between Keep and Chad, I lived by tricks, to latch around, to sleep wrapped in the tarp by survival curve under trucks.

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Read today that you are tired because you're sleeping 3 and a half hours, because "touches" the Malles Bike, It makes me smile.

In the picture, are the year after the second stage in Morocco, Guido right foot still on the engine, the platform remained between Montpellier and Marseille maybe got stuck in the machine of Paul Maurice, a drunk that he cut the road in transfer. I left around the ditch all the tools, the headlights, Hull parts, pigtail, waterproof suit (It was raining there, too ...), the little finger of his right hand and two ribs. See Franco Picco and Edi Orioli help me and, a backslapping telling me "by hold on", He let me continue, always with my cash from an individual to seek a platform compatible to be welded with the brake lever stub that I had left.

I left there too, in Algeria, I arrived in late stage over the departure of the day after, 980 km inside and outside the great Western Erg, the classic stage of pruning that relieved the TSO in view of the entrance in black Africa. From the day of the accident in France I slept (bad) just that first night, the ribs were waking up., for four stages do not I lay ever. At the start of each stage doctors, they knew of the accident, I made a visit to see how I was put, pressure, eyes, reflections and other rubbish that I avoided again, just to put things in motion (lights required for es.).

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I went home in motion as in my travels, with Tunis-Genoa, fitter than when I started, with the bike crushed but finally in place and efficient.

In ' 97 I discovered the category wellness Malles Bike. To have my mechanic still don't speak. Find me all those services at, It seemed another world, clean the filter with compressed air is important stuff, have a mechanic and a tire shop that sooner or later you over your wheel or spare part (only for owners of ktm at time) sgravava me a lot of hours of work that I could take on the road book and make that beautiful work with colored highlighters that you often see in today's pictures. Always sleeping cheap anyway.

I dropped out of the race between Mali and Senegal before hurt seriously, I took too many risks to keep going at all costs, We left from Dakar and the heat was too. Well for me that I was the hair of lucidity to decide to stop. Bad went to a French colleague who saw him on the ground with the cars around on a red track with ruts funds as the whole wheel. At the bivouac you knew was dead and I was impressed, perhaps too, or fortunately.

 

FL-1997Even today this Dakar us stories and characters to the limit of endurance, I like less than the Paris-Dakar, but it is still a good race. Pity about all that "civilization" that I see around the pilots, too many people, too many services, too all (at the bivouac turn even of fine ladies ...).

Africa and the Sahara are unique, Luckily I tried.

Pedro Amado 1992

Pedro Amado Dakar 1992

A heroic already used to, Pedro Amado in the race during the Dakar 1992 and regularly at the finish of The Cap at 28° location on a Yamaha XTZ 660 Marathon!

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Edi Orioli Dakar 1992

The Cagiva Elefant of Edi Orioli – unofficial the pre departure Lacchiarella, on the occasion of the Dakar 1992.
Photos of Clement Canino

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Jutta Kleinschmidt Dakar 1992

Huge Jutta Kleinschmidt, that led to the finish of The Cap the heavy BMW in a prestigious 23rd place in the absolute Edition 1992. Heroic dakariana!

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Gualini racing with Yamaha to Dakar 1992

Do it yourself for three, and in the name of autarchy funny «Gualo» has managed to become one of the most significant characters of the environment, Perhaps the most famous private ever.
Eight times in the race in Dakar, organizational staff member Camel Trophy, pilot and journalist, for once captain of representative of Bergamo to games without frontiers, made them really all.

Two years ago he was also the first private citizens on arrival of the Dakar, While in ' 91 fell down. Has 38 years and not spring!
Official cannot be defined 100%, But even more privatissimo: for Paris-Le Cap Gualini has got one of the Yamaha OW C5 shipping to race last year by pilots BYRD, similar to those used in this edition of the rally from Mas and Cavandoli.
The twin-cylinder 750 cm3 should allow some good exploits at bergamasco, that assistance has a Mercedes Unimog truck driven by Silvanus Daniel and Luigi De Podest, two items from the Camel Trophy which already last year accompanied him to Africa, as Claudio Macario, Airborne mechanic.

Source motosprint
For photos of Lacchiarella thanks Clement Canino

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Group ferry Dakar 1992

Ferry towards The Cap during the Dakar 1992, recognize Sotelo, MAS, Lalay and Morales.