When the race becomes almost insane, mainly due to bad weather, the whole thing verges on madness. That in this edition the Paris-Dakar I knew there was something strange in the first European side having spent the first four days of competition in the rain. In Madridho had to remove the Fender bass on stage because the mud I was blocking the front wheel, so once landed in Morocco, I started the real Dakar from bottom of the League. Addressed the first part of the race very carefully because of the treacherous slopes and numerous stones, I started after the rest day in Atar from 50° place overall.
I ran eight I finished six. After 100.000 kilometres in Africa I feel satisfied. I would say that is enough.
As race tactics and how my habit, the ride “Vera” for me it would be game to Atar, but instead of there began my physical problems. Trying the bike, in the evening, a chill provoked me intestinal problems, I have walked so Atar's stage of 404 km in disastrous conditions. At the finish line are literally collapsed and there were loaded on to a means of & #8217; organization that brought me into the medical tent. Cures & numerous IV (about a dozen due to dehydration) I put it together, but in the morning at dawn I had to prove to doctors who had treated sufficient qualities of driving safety in order to continue the race. After removing the IV, I “exhibited” in agility skills (style Cada Fracci) and only after they are convinced I was allowed to leave for the next stop Atar-Tidjikja of 502 km. At that point I rushed to eat, to fix this in the chest that is transported by air to the next bivouac, and to retrieve the bike Meanwhile my mechanic Ramon, had placed.
I kept so my eighth Dakar recovering day after day and in Tichit-Tichit stage, stage without Gps points and where many have not found the CP3 (I to find it I did 50 km in over night in & #8217; grass “camel”) and proceeded to Tichit to 19.30. That night I slept about five hours and are broken down by the second Marathon stage Tichit-Kiffa-Dakar (a total of 1.472 km) that for me was the hardest one especially because it rained constantly and c & #8217; it was very muddy. In order to take this part, I had to disassemble in special stage the Fender bass with mud blocking the wheel and as a result I was falling, so I had to go well 600 km of off-road almost everyone in the mud, at night with no lights, because the mud splashed from the front wheel is deposited on the lighthouse, on glasses, on the helmet and quant & #8217; else reducing myself a mud mask.
In order to continue the transfer of night, I thought of exploiting the headlights of trucks, but this system worked fine until it came to one of the many intersections and Bifurcations: at that point I had to many times to stop and wait for the next truck since the fork had chosen different paths. Upon arrival to gasoline around 3.00 At night, I was exhausted, I closed my eyes to tiredness. At that point I decided (also because it had finally stopped raining) to rest a & #8217; now, so I lay down on the ground in the shelter of drums of gasoline. Finished this nightmare, I stopped at the border with Senegal a wash that in addition to wash the bike was propitiatory for the pilot. The next day the stage Dakar-Dakar, footbridge over the Lake Rose, was a veritable formality.
I have to say that I finished this eighth Dakar low ears; before leaving I assumed that arrive at the pink Lake, aside from mechanical problems, It would have been much easier. I have to say in this regard that my KTM worked great as usual. This twenty-fourth edition was one of the toughest disputed by me; I'm definitely satisfied with being high on arrival six times out of eight investments. I thank all those who have helped me over the years and especially Emilio Giletti, great man and great sportsman, who by his immense passion and willingness allowed me to be present at the world's hardest Marathon Rally against riders and teams more organized and prepared for this big event.
The Paris-Dakar for me retires. With this eighth edition I have walked more than 100.000 kilometres in Africa between rallies and excursions, and I feel really satisfied for everything I've done. Farewell to Dakar, doesn't mean I'll just sit on our hands or TVs with ve-der run others. A new extreme challenge is plaguing me… now I think a little’ to rest and soon after we talk about.