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Dakar 86 – The diary of Aldo Winkler

After long preparations and emotions, a heck of a time stolen at work but it was not enough especially to work out the details on the bike. Departure for Paris arrival in Rouen and handling in the same city red tape of the race, momentum transfer at Versailles (that cold) a little episode when we departed we forgot the fact that it was cold and we had to make these gloves with the cross 60 kilometers to frost.

Three kilometres of ice, Unable to stand. Prologue won by Poles who mounted the studded tyres.

Three kilometres of ice, Unable to stand. Prologue won by Poles who mounted the studded tyres.

In Paris a few days allows the rolls, incidentally the rolls are a road book that is given in book form to put them inside the box of a laptop you have to shorten one sheet after another to do so they can be rolled and unrolled. You try to rest despite a big thrill and also tension that continues to rise. The prologue in 60 kilometers (under the snow) one beastly thing, the bike is very high without letting the slightest hand proves undriveable. the prologue takes (3 km) It shows an amazing thing was a sheet of ice with mud Rails under harsh, There are countless flights wasn't standing that grind the new bike already looks old destroyed by flights.

Aldo Winkler left, and beat Grassotti the protagonists of this adventure

Aldo Winkler left, and beat Grassotti the protagonists of this adventure

After a new year's not great because it's a little’ the tension a little’ the company, hovered the anxiety of departure. The first of January a severe cold on departure, I'm very excited, almost frightened when giving birth I didn't even dare to turn to greet Paoletta, I had the fear of not being able more starting. The first kilometers I make with Beat (Grassotti his Team-mates Ed), under bitterly cold that explains how anyone can go in motion. The departure from Paris is a very exciting thing seems to follow a human cordon from Paris to Thirst, all that say hello and celebrate, Unfortunately, the rush to get hurt this chance to get in touch with this enthusiasm. The first problems the cold and rain are preventing the engine to function well. Turns off constantly, crackles and not okay. This fact gives me incredible anxiety and I expect to stop at any time. At some point the engine stops and beat unaware of my stop. I try to get there traveling alone until Thirst (He also had problems and in the dark never saw him). It takes me a nostalgia as ever I was taken, wants Paoletta and emotion I cry under the helmet. I'm looking for something to write her and tell her that I love her but I don't find it. Meanwhile a Japanese on the bike number 2 (Yasuo Kaneko ndr) is hit by a car and dies instantly, see the incident and think that it could happen to me I held further, but now you have to erase this idea otherwise we leave more.

aldo7Arrival in Sete at 2 in the morning (We started at 8 the day before) embark the bike after many difficulties. We don't find Grisoglio (our assistance ndr) with our stuff and finally at 3 We go to sleep. Of course in Algiers after endless bureaucratic queues we start at 6 in the evening and it's almost dark, We expect 700 kilometers of transfer. It's raining and it's cold, We soaked, on a road made entirely of mountain curves with black asphalt without streaks where nothing could be seen. Beat was better than me and I'm stepping stone to him even if I couldn't anyway nothing. Luckily the road improves with the mileage and not raining anymore, We arrive at 2 am and we sleep on the ground. The anxiety of the bike that isn't working properly continues.

First stop hours 6.00 the departure. We start in reverse order, and this occurs across Algeria. Who is at mid-table Snatcher, Why must pass the first that are slow and overtaken by the latest that are fast, result travels constantly in the dust. All well and good until I break the trip master. Of course I get lost on a plain of small sand dunes filled with thousands of tracks in all directions. I reach Gilles Picard, I follow him, then I see Peak but I keep getting lost more and more. I am consoled by the fact that after a short time we form a group of thirty including the strongest in search of the right track. The first contact with the road book is disagreeable too many notes with text and drawings and a few kilometres in French. The first contact with Africa Tour is not bad, the food is good and it does too much tail but do not give the water!

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Second stage: fire damper and many bottoming weaken the frame. Catch up with you anyway lnsah and here I wash in a hotel room by Boano. The track with many potholes and stones with fast sections, lnsalah-two special quick, I reach the machines, do not see anything. It's really dangerous because in the dust when you've passed have those 200 meters that run into thin air, an anguish. See pass next to you huge boulders, chasms and think "enough 1 Metro in there and now I wonder where I was "? Second special made with Beat, I wait because it breaks the joint is we end the special with rattano engines and are not nearly as.

The relationship of established with their bike becomes almost mystical, talk to him, beg, the fai confidences. Become a partner with whom you share the nature and all its expressions.

In the transfer to Tam splittin' mousse, we stop at a bar, Let's proceed to melt further the mousse. The asphalt is bad, interspersed with a runway full of ugly fesh fesh (impalpable sand) with big trucks under Rails caused by passage. At some point I no longer see Beat and although the mousse into pieces, I'm going back for about ten kilometers to her research, thinking it was dropped. I don't see it. I go back in the direction of Tam. Having always regret that Beat, knowing I had drilled, I would abandon. Looking back on those ten kilometers turned down looking for her, the fact that I had not found. Change the rubber and even as inflated air bladder, Luckily the assistance arrives and wheel change allotment manetta, still missing 150 km. It gets dark and break the headlights, and go in the dark with the light of the stars, and late night arrival in time not to take the deal in Tamarasset.

At the hotel I find Batti, and there's no time to wash. Stage I feel good in the stones on Assecrèm Tam Tam. Do I get a fright unbelievable to go in the dust an opponent, I leave the racetrack and step into a period with large stones to handcuff and I do a flight. In the air off the bike and helmet standing. Divine grace! I broke the nut that holds the shock to the frame, the brake Rod broke through the muffler. I finish the stage slowly continuing to not exploit engine, I suffer a lot of danger in overtaking after that fright.

"Ero talmente disperato che l'avventura fosse finita, I prayed that the assistance came. Armando replaced the engine and I left for the remaining 600 km, the night was waiting for me..

“I was so desperate that the adventure was over, I prayed that the assistance came. Armando replaced the engine and I left for the remaining 600 km, the night was waiting for me…”

Tam Agades, departure in a large river dried up full of Sand Springs, the engine Cove and hardens, continuous up to a piece of tough track where mollo a moment. The ignition is turned off. I'm stuck, and I begin to disassemble to replace to get it started, sudo all the water in the body, I can only remove the motor hoping it gets assistance. She comes to the 5.30 After waiting for six hours in a mixture of despair, resignation and pissed off. Hours of fire. engine and gearbox allotment scared of finding myself in the desert at night, not knowing where to go, step on the border with Niger, do I fill up from a truck in the desert. Continuous and I get lost. I no longer see traces and off piste between rocks stones and sand springs. I take the Monocle and I can see some lights I headed in that direction and I find the machines swept under the carpet. Gathering confidence and with this also the track, I reboot but I still missing 600 km upon arrival. I don't care to stay on the trail not to Miss. The track was a mixture of fech fech, soft sand and hard Rails due to the fact that all rally was already past including truck. Of course I'm reducing speed, the lack of visibility into the height of the bike, the track is an impressive set of difficulties. The falls are countless more, every fall you always enjoy effort to raise, Falla restart then, that effort!

"Ero stanchissimo, but still enjoyed the legendary Ténéré ..."

“I was so tired, but still enjoyed the legendary Ténéré…”

Fatigue assails me and I stop the truck Belgarda in need of repair and I sleep a to recover energies. Arrive back support, We share and I am heartened also by standing behind, make me light and when I fall it helps me get up. I can't stand it anymore, for a while’ of km driving Ciaudano (of care Ed) but I take the bike in time for the last 150 kilometers of asphalt to handcuff to arrive on time at eight and didn't take the penalty. At 8.30 allotment for the Special, I care only for a minute, I'm shocked and I don't take anything. Unfortunately it will be the last time that I see her. The stage of the Ténéré is going to be impressive but beautiful, you are in awe before the great desert, but the stage I find it easy. But the engine will harden again. I stop and let it cool down, shooting air and allotment going easy on the anguish that splitting and let me walk. At the slightest noise I am terrified, I speak to the bike, Please continue, clicking the last 150 kilometers in the dark until thankfully I see the lights of some cars that I show the way.

In the meantime I broke the chain joint, but I can get everything right surprise well with maximum

"JCO responsabile di Sonauto, great rider and Great Lord. I once helped him disinsabbiare his bike, Since then, even though it was a special stop to ask if everything was ok"

“JCO responsible for Sonauto, great rider and Great Lord. I once helped him disinsabbiare his bike, Since then, even though it was a special stop to ask if everything was ok”

calm. I sleep on the ground but the cold still remains persistent. I know I have bad teeth and hands with deep cuts for cold weather. Dirku-Agadem is the infamous stage, transverse dunes reported by some fallen bookends. The Wind clears the tracks, This is a very dangerous stage, the wave-shaped dunes at the Summit break sharply with sometimes perpendicular slopes. Not knowing the first dune I jump, making impressive jumps. In fact this stage causes many accidents, Mercandelli injures his shoulder, the Anquetil falls gashes shoulder trauma, the jaw, the teeth and the cheek bones. And dramatic look at a bloodbath. Beppe Gauri falls and breaks the ligaments of the knee. A Tatra trucks you Hood forward, and one of the drivers will remain paralyzed. Arrival in Agadem, that only proves a strong military in ruins in the middle of the desert. Don't get nothing to eat, talking the sleeping bag because of a mixup. With Beat I go to a well in 5 km and despair of the thirsty I drink not caring about anything.

Agadem – Zinder, this infamous stage, very long in a zig-zag of sliding bar of Sand Springs, the desert landscape slowly turns into Sahel 400 km facts in a few hours. Over the special we expect others 600 km of transfer. Here we see Baron just tumbled out of a nasty stretch of asphalt, Unfortunately remains irreversible coma for years because of this accident. With Beat I stop to eat at a shithole though we eat well in spite the place and we arrive late at night. My bike starts to consume oil.

"Giornata di riposo a Naimei, in albergo con tutti i privati italiani per sistemare le moto".

“Rest day in Naimei, in hotel with all private Italian to fix bikes”.

Zinder – Niamei: long transfer all of cross- 600 km eating the dust of machines that surpass us. I leave for the special but at the start I breaks the change. The bike remains in third on a track very sandy. Beat goes on and I don't like it, I'd be behind him to help him. Delivery very agitated and naturally fall continuously. You pit the tank and I lose gas like a fountain from the tap. I get up as quickly as possible in an attempt to repair the tank kicking better. I finish the special and transfer to Niamei of 200 km arrival late at night. Niamei closed, I find it to be welded on the frame and I lose the last hope to get through because we hoped that the assistance would come. One would expect a night of fire, I couldn't sleep all night because of the mosquitoes that we were eaten alive. In the morning we had the hands and face were swollen from mosquito bites. The Dakar has no mercy: departure at 4 in the morning.

Some moments immortalized in Dakar 1986. In the photo above the great Veronique Anquetil.

Some moments immortalized in Dakar 1986. In the photo above the great Veronique Anquetil.

Away by the previous night we got a special 450 km. I lose myself almost immediately and I completely just clueless in a terrible landscape shrubs, hillocks and Fords, with huge rifts. Luckily I find a car with a Japanese motorcycle racer and in their company don't despair takes over. Following Zaniroli we find the track but the orientation is very difficult. Find cars in the opposite direction to your, feeding your doubts. Bush must follow the tracks, but sometimes you cannot even trucks leave tracks, bend the shrubs and they straighten out like nothing ever. I no longer have the road book from Agades because were were on the truck assistance that never came. Arrival in late stage that it is night and the last kilometers full throttle for fear of the dark, but I fall several times. I ask all the water.

See the special Beat him too destroyed to such an extent that I have to start the bike. We are still waiting for 120 km of transfer and 160 Special that we do side by side, almost afraid. We walk almost a kilometer at a time, and falling in turn we all do 120 kilometers. We arrive at Gourmararus at 2 in the morning, everyone here is upset. Sabine helicopter crashed and died with four others. We are all overwhelmed. We start in the morning at 10 to make 1100 km to Bamako referred 160 of track. Here I see the chopper, was reduced to a cubic metre of metal! We arrive in Bamako at 3 At night, messed around and rush to get makes us pull on the asphalt.

Infinity pool a cow in the road that I hit to smear with shoulder. I saw the Horn in my throat. After this fright I slow down and put off Beat, My headlight is insufficient because the second lamp I gave it to him.

In the hope of getting Beat riaccellero. Not do I time to get cow scare myself a shooting without lights and reflectors stopped in the middle of the road. Big spaventoma now I got used to it. As usual arrival late at night. A few hours of sleep and awake again to go. 60 km of transfer and 700 km special and new 300 track transfer. Now we are discouraged. Beat no longer wants to leave, the organization is in the balloon, There is little medical care and two helicopters in less. Childbirth and special begins at 10. The track is slow to 40 kmh media, curves, Rails, holes, sand, in the Bush. The place is nice, but I am undecided whether to continue! I stop, I eat and share, Clap arrives but was totally on the ball, was loud crashing. Just, Decides to retire.

Boano con il suo meccanico "Garino".

Boano with his mechanic “Gabriel”.

With Boano and we are the only remaining Italian Germanetti, There we console and move on. We pick ourselves up again when we fall, Now you can't stop. We are in the middle of nowhere. The track is awful, slow and full of stones in the middle of the forest. Almost getting dark hole rear wheel, I try to repair it but I can't. The refit and seeking assistance in a small village. Hundreds of people surround me. It seems incredible that so many people can live in four huts of wood and hay. Help me and I can share. After a short time the mousse before gives way and the bike becomes undriveable besides the fact that meanwhile dropped the dark. Meeting a pilot with a broken leg do I console arrived assistance allotment.

I'm in a forest with dense vegetation, and the track is really ugly, stones, very deep water drains with the ascent with a fine powder that doesn't allow you to see the stones underneath. Characteristic are the bridges with four ACEs, or if you prefer there is deviation and you go into the water with large stones. The darkness and tension does not allow me to enjoy so much wonder. in a Ford I remain trapped because they mistake the ascent. When I see it I can't take this road well because there were deep furrows caused by truck. With the mud to the knees and the bike planted up to the wheels almost soaring the move of strength and finish the last energies. I put it in a vertical position and after endless kick starts and to boost I take off from the grip of the mud. Meanwhile, the chain was stretched to such an extent that it ran on that poor pinion now worn.

Beat Grassotti immortalized in Bamako, After a transfer zany.

Beat Grassotti immortalized in Bamako, After a transfer zany.

Continuation but cross your eyes for fatigue, I fall and remain under the bike without the strength to pull me up, with his foot under the bike. Look at that position a lot’ of time until fortunately passes an assistance of Cagiva and I set up. Allotment but shortly after I stop by now exhausted and I say goodbye to the race, and I'll jump on the floor to sleep. After a while’ of time the cold wakes me up and allotment, always with the front way mousse. Arrival in Labe at 1 p.m., and I can hear the happy news, was closed and the race was stopped, The next day I can share, are still in the race. Departure at 8 waiting for me 250 km of Mule-awesome, worse than Assecrem, stones, water drains Rails and climb steep slopes. If I was in Italy with a trials bike I would have that piece.

Gran Hotel Dakar :D

Gran Hotel Dakar :D

I do almost 600 meters on the edge of the precipice, on a wide strip 20 cm. Thankfully they end even those special kilometers and the next is about to begin. In fact, after the border I expect another of 400 km. Surprised to notice that after 200 km remained without oil! Now the engine goes to oil and a little’ of gasoline, Unable to go even at high rpm. I leave for the second special, but there are no with his head, I'm wrong a lot and do many straight wrong way. After a while I lose my perception of my speed, I seem to go slow instead going strong. I take a hole and then another, flashing forward, I do a flight of six meters and remain in the air for an infinity of time. I pass out. I just recovered the bike destroyed with a tap of the gas ripped through. The lie on the opposite side so you don't lose other gasoline and try to fix the leak. I'm shocked, Haggard, sore and scared. No lights, with still many kilometers to do in the dark.

"Ci sono momenti in cui si procede per inerzia, the isitnto of survival is the feeling that brings you back ..."

“There are times when we proceed by inertia, the isitnto of survival is the feeling that brings forth…”

I get back on my feet and I share in an attempt to get through the stage with light. Do other 20 km other hole, another meeting with the bike but this time I nosed ben 12 meters from the pit. This time I also hurt, Luckily nothing broken, but there are pains you. In retrospect i shudder. Now the bike is destroyed, Crooked, i lose my senses twice and I get a nosebleed. I take your senses after a long time. I recover and the first wish is to get to the end. I do what I can from now on is a challenge with myself and with my willpower. Surplus at a snail's pace to a village, where wonder of gasoline to finish the stage, Pago 10 liters 40 dollars, less and less of 500 Franks who wanted. I'm still 150 km but without lighting proceed is virtually impossible. I put myself in the middle of the road and stopped all asking you to follow me to enlighten the road. After receiving the refusal of nearly a dozen car, I find Peruvian participants that take as long to go fast because they are special and they don't want to lose positions.

"Il deserto ti presenta tante tipologie di difficoltà: from the sand dunes, from rocks to fech fech ..."

“The desert gives you many types of difficulties: from the sand dunes, from rocks to fech fech…”

I do what I can, unbeknownst of substantial risks with a motorcycle virtually undriveable. Arrival at 22 and amazingly I didn't even got the deal, but as soon as I stop collapse and suddenly feel the pain. I ask George to shelter the bike and I go to sleep, logically always for Earth. The next morning George tells me not to be able to repair the bike as well as decreased makes no sense continue. I insist, but there is nothing to do, abandon the race, but it still doesn't do I need a reason. I take three rations of Africa Tour and go to the station. Elargisco a tip a guy who tells me what to do. The bureaucracy to carry the bike is a Babel infinite, Finally seems to have solved everything, I just have to wait for the train. Luckily I see two Italians, working for FAO, reassure me and I guarantee you will take home. They feed me and take me back to the station. Strengths we load the bike on a freight train smelly and full of stones. Finally I sleep and even the stones seem to a comfy bed.

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There I download the bike helped by some fellow travellers, I find a cab and incredibly the roof load. The taxi was fetid, but at least I was put back in motion. Night falls and the taxi stops at the crossroads of the entrance of the city of Dakar. The taxi driver takes me in the square that was also the bus and kindly offers me a latte at a bar frequented by shady characters. Finally the taxi driver decides to start afresh and takes me where I had booked the hotel before leaving, hoping that someone had already arrived.

A small regret, If I had broken down I would arrive at the bottom. In fact the stage which left from Kaies came undone and the Organization decided to avoid Mauritania and go in convoy from Kaies in Sant Luis, before taking the runway on arrival. Damn!

Source: Aldo Winkler's facebook page

Gates-1988-3

Franco Gualdi Team Cagiva Dakar 1988

Do you have a minute to tell us your Dakar?
I started as a fast assistance, I like Picard, our protected were Bacou and Dalia, to them it was the honor of carrying on of the Cagiva; at one point Dalia had his accident, Bacou instead was below expectations and so I get out of the blue the better placed. I had accumulated much delay to fulfill my duty in the days before, and at that point even if I had the spirit of jumping to mo’ Kamikaze I couldn't conclude that great, so I did my race to get to the end without damage, even psychologically wasn't prepared to become man winning, and overall sixth place I filled me.

Did you find this edition really harder than in previous?
Last year I experienced very little of Dakar, definitely in my opinion the first stages of this year have been far more challenging than last year. From the Middle onwards I would say that the difficulty of the routes not seemed so incredible, some kilometres to-run daily were not few, but in my view it was not a ruthless contest.

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How would you like in the future?
Medical care is definitely the thing that should be better maintained and improved, otherwise the Paris-Dakar rally seems to be so; is the mileage, the hardness of the routes were to my liking, the rest should make it easier would lose much of the charm that has for all of us. If it were up to me I would limit assistance regulations, now is allowed to all, cam-change every piece of the bike or the machines is a habit every night, However in my view limiting substitutions in Dakar would arrive over the pilots better even more hardship motorbikes, of course such a regulation would turn up their noses at Homes, but that is my personal idea.

Your bike was perfect or what avretri wanted more or less?
I think everyone has said that his bike was perfect, and also I, honestly I have to say that after some initial problem with the clutch Cush drive, Once you have arranged the inconvenience, outside of the usual replacement of consumables, chains, pinion, tire covers, other than that the bike has kept perfect-mind until. Our team was super organized; technicians and mechanics and men of assistance typically they didn't miss anything, the bike I had in hand was definitely numero uno, do not hesitate to say that anyone who has been missing in the team were pilots, and when I speak of the pilots I don't mean Picard and Gates…

How many times did you fall and for what causes? Do you think the African rally is more dangerous than other races?
I fell once, in 50 km/h, So basically I've never fallen, that is, I did not make those falls that we have seen repeatedly on TV; the Dakar these risks are commonplace, with the high speeds and the terrain so insidious in 12.000 kilometers would be impossible that doesn't happen sometimes even some serious accident. Surely the Dakar is more dangerous than regularity, especially for high speeds you have to keep out of a terrain where you risk you should go no more than 50 per hour. In regularity speeds are much more limited but still a pilot is always well protected from various accessories like helmet, dog harness, etc. etc. Keep in mind that in the twenty days of this marathon walk many kilometers as in two years of regularity races and with all the starters that there are…

Tell us about the most curious of your Dakar.
Towards the middle of the race I was in a group with Orioli, Terruzzi and Fatemian and did a dirty gasoline supply, pretty much everyone we were in need of repair, but the only bike that was able to digest that petroleum was my surrogate Cagiva so I helped Edy pulling and pushing until his bike is broken down.

Will you be back next year?
In spite of the Paris-Dakar was the most exciting race of my life, I think its not to participate more, to me it came “Mal d'africa”, for this I think I won't come back. To win you have to risk, I realized that while not risking not I accused no dropped, and then if I get resubmit probably would try to cancel the gap with the best and to do that I should risk more than you want.

Source Motocross March 1988

EL FODIL 1982-2

Curious liveries to Dakar 1982

M ' Taich El Fodil had the particularity to decorate its vehicles with the stripes of a zebra, What more appropriate way to blend. Do you know the reason, but at orGNI participation was decorated so that zebra, motorcycle or car that is…

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Private Italian in Dakar 1988

Beppe Gauri on his Suzuki DR650

Beppe Gauri on his Suzuki DR650

Fourteenth absolute, and best Italian private in Dakar, Beppe Gauri is unique in boasting private title. He was just a mechanic by plane (the famous Annapurna, little one to save space) and some cash distributed among truckers who rented the space.

"It was tough – commented the bergamasco – the hardest of my experiences. Fortunately my Suzuki DR 600 he marched as a clock, without ever reporting trouble. But I worked harder than ever: This race is becoming a real beast for pilots who do not have a real team behind, with the masseur, numerous spare parts and more».

Aldo Winkler, He has hired a single officer of the year and leaned at Honda Italy, He had fewer problems; but he paid for a three-hour penalty by jumping a control passage between Paris and boarding: three hours that ultimately weighed on placement.

Aldo WInler on Honda to Set

Aldo Winkler on Honda to Set

 

"This race — summed up in Dakar — asks the pilot increasing concentration. I'm often asked: but who made me do? And I must say that I was not trained because of work commitments keep me busy all year round. But it is a fascinating race: in a few months I'll die from the desire to restart-King, Although today I am dead tired».

Bruno Birbes is the private “rich”: with two associates bikers has put together a budget of 300 million and was assisted by a personal truck and two mechanics by plane. BMW dealer in Brescia, raced the twin finishing nineteenth.

"I arrived in Dakar for the first time — says Charles Edson — but also modified. I swear a grind like I have no intention of sobbarcarmela. Saved me the experience».

Bruno Birbes on his BMW

Bruno Birbes on his BMW

Only eight Italians were able to get to the bottom of the Paris-Dakar. See them coming night after night, dead tired and covered with dust, with many adventures to tell each bivouac, It was great and exciting.

Source Motorcycle Racing
Special Tks Stefano Magician for the article

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Luciano Carcheri, I'll tell you my last Dakar 2002

When the race becomes almost insane, mainly due to bad weather, the whole thing verges on madness. That in this edition GI_112the 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.

GI_097I 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.

GI_034In 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.GI_001

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.

Luciano Carcheri
Source Motosprint

 

Gauri-1991

Unfortunate Dakar 1991 to Gauri

The previous year was the best by private persons, in 1991 must try now to preserve the Platonic title. A task, not easy for the pilot-old bergamasco, He still has from his participation in the Dakar rally and thirty seven Gauri 1991Africans. Has a & #8217; enviable experience combined with a great skill in public relations.

Switched to Honda after years with Suzuki, race riding a & #8217; Africa Twin in marathon not having had the time to prepare the bike for category proto: l & #8217; agreement with Italian importer #8217; in fact was reached and only all & #8217; last time, so much so that the sympathetic «Gualo» (but his real name is Giusi) He had to skip the Pharaohs. For assistance has a truck #8217; & Mercedes Unimog led by Dell & #8217; Anna Dalvie, from the Camel Trophy, and Claudio Macario, Airborne mechanic.

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N.d. r. Beppe Gaulini retired after only 3 stages, working off a broken collarbone.
The bike now owned by Roberto Pacheco who gave us the images

Eicher Eugen BSA 1985

Eugen Eicher on BSA to Dakar 1985

Eugen Eicher had entered the Dakar 1985 It came from Switzerland, therefore thought fit to shift the utility of the famous Swiss army knife of’ Army, the motorcycle inserting replacement directly on the chassis. The most practical example is the rear sprocket that could possibly serve as protection for the crankcase of his twin-cylinder BSA from 650 CC. Probably many other spare parts were mounted away from the eyes of the uninitiated. I haven't been able to find out more, to my great regret, We appeal to fans of the site to learn more.

If necessary, Eugen was determined to use tools “outdated” like hammer and tongs housed in a leather bag. A photographic evidence that suggests the spirit of adventure that pervaded the competitors of the time.

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1986 – A Dakar unfortunate for Serge Bacou

Once again bad luck hit Serge Bacou, and without waiting for the Ténéré, this time. Tamanrasset and Iférouane, the road book indicates the presence of a deep groove. L ’ previous year Marinoni racing was terminated at that point. Hubert Auriol l ’ saw on his roller but…

Snowy prologue for the Dakar caravan 1986

Snowy prologue for the Dakar caravan 1986

«I arrived very fast, in 120 or 130 kilometers all ’ now, l ’ I saw too late. I flew to at least two metres, for a moment I also believed to be able to recover, Instead the front wheel is planted and did a fall from the bike fell on me fearing judoka.»

7 France's motocross Championship titles (1971 classe 250, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1974, 1976 e 1977 class 500 and 13 stages won in 8 Dakar in which he participated.

7 France's motocross Championship titles (1971 class 250, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1974, 1976 and 1977 class 500 and 13 stages won in 8 Dakar in which he participated.

Just returned to standing, Hubert gesticulates to warn Cyril Neveu following him closely. Retrieves the bike and starts up again. Shortly after also Gaston Rahier is a victim of the double ditch. Stays ashore woozy and meanwhile appears the great Serge pushing at the most trying in this way to bridge l ’ handicap of power of his Yamaha Thumper in this stage fast. Like those that preceded it de-glue and falls ill, remaining ashore square leg. Rahier recovers and rushes to rescue him and Serge informs him:
"I have the broken femur.»
You won't be ’ to win the eighth Dakar Bacou…

The reputation of the Ténéré, one of the world's most impressive deserts, is justified. "The sand is soft, very compact, much more difficult of ’ last year. Some obstacles are hidden by the dunes which run continuously to the wind. Don't miss the track, Please don't turn away; Don't miss d ’ eye.»
Thierry Sabine clarifies the Wiles of leg while not wishing to overdramatise the situation.

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The tragic fate of Jean Michel Baron

L’ 11 January 1986 He went ahead with a stage ending 590 kilometers by road to Zinder and all competitors have witnessed a terrible scene about ten kilometers after Nguigmi: Jean-Michel Baron, already sore at dock for more than five days, lying on the ground on its side. Her face is swollen and my knee popped, and is unconscious; his Honda 750 is several dozen meters away. All competitors stopped to rescue him. Jean-Claude Olivier cuts the suit with the knife to allow him to breathe and stay with him several hours to clean wounds. Meanwhile Gaston Rahier and Jacky Ickx will return to their departure for phoning. Emergency beacons are activated. Unfortunately the three helicopters are grounded. Three hours after doctors Florence Bonnel and Alain Lamour onboard doctor turn away from sands of the special and come to the aid of Jean-Michel. Doctors assess the severity of injury: coma stage II, knee injury with deep wound, right elbow smashed, facial fracture. You turn then the Organization for major emergencies.

Jean Michel Baron

Jean Michel Baron

Thierry Sabine takes off immediately with the helicopter piloted by Francis-Xavier Bagnoud to transport the wounded to Nguigmi. Patrick Fourticq, Thirty-nine years, Commander of Air France in addition to rally African protagonist as pilot, take the controls of a Cessna and rushes to Nguigmi with Drs. Marianne Fleury and Alan Jones on board. Roger Kalmanowitz alert SOS Assistance in Geneva which guarantees a Lear Jet for two in the morning in Zinder. The Cessna you bury it immediately after landing, then Fourticq caters to the airstrip, that turns out to be a former student pilot.

Preparing reports for the helicopter that has not arrived yet, because it had to refuel. The casualty is then loaded on the Cessna and you have to be able to take off. It takes seven men for disinsabbiare the plane. The police car is placed at the beginning of the runway with headlights on and two men with torches are the distances. Fourticq launches the plane and manages to emerge out of the sand and take off. Two hours after the Cessna landed at Zinder. Dr. Lapendry, Head of the medical team of the Embassy, has already prepared everything: the modest sick bay of the small airport was transformed into a surgical unit. "We had to perform surgery Protocol: It was necessary to clean wounds and surgical check to preserve future organ function.»

Claude Lapendry, together with Jacques Azorin and Olivier Aubry opera the knee, the elbow and face of Jean-Michel Baron, inserting catheters in different vital organs in light of neon. The scene of these men in green, masked, that will be around one of them to try and tear him to death in the depths of the desert is unreal, almost fairytale. the night, at the bivouac, contestants parade one after another, with images accumulated shortly before at the side of the road in southern Niger still imprinted at the bottom of the eyes. When they arrive at the Africatours truck to get some food you vent. "I told him last night to stop. It was no longer appropriate to continue, had too much pain in the pelvis. "

Is Gilles Picard, his teammate to Cagiva speaking, slowly, softly, as if you could go back in time. «For several hours, in the break of the race, I wondered what we were doing here and if it were the case continuing.»
Gérard Tilliette has a Boulder on the chest. Would still be allocated all the next day, towards the 205 kilometers of pitfalls between Tahoua and Talcho, before you indulge in the pleasure of a day of rest in Niamey. In the night the jet carried Baron to Paris, toward civilization, to a specialist clinic.
Ed: Unfortunately Baron never recovered from this accident, He remained in a vegetative coma until his death on 7 September 2010.

taken from: The last tree of Paris Dakar by Jean Luc Roy published by Vertical Sea Edition

 

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The Italians to Dakar 1983

Did we mention that the Italian athletes have been unlucky, but until it can speak of bad luck and not of disorganization? Two Italian teams were present at the Paris-Dakar, the Morini assisted by Valentini and composed by Massimiliano Flyers, Gianni Gagliotti and Leandro Caruso. with the addition of Marcus Foligno, a private aided by official team and that of Yarnaha-Belgarda which could count on three XT 550 led by Crossbowmen, the only one who is rated, Baez and Freeman.. Between the two Teams without a doubt the most unfortunate was that of women in Parma.

Balestrieri, Zanichelli, Foligno and Baguio

Balestrieri, Zanichelli, Foligno and Baguio

Paolo Bergamaschi is out of the picture already in Les Garrigues, in France, for a fall and when Balestrieri and Zanichelli traveled to preserves in Ténéré the second had to stop for the breaking of the shock. The biggest limit of three of the Yamaha was the assistance, developing friendship of the famous pilot ensured Gianfranco Bonera who actually did what he could but he had so many cats to skin from losing touch with his own pilots when they began to need him.

Roughly the same fate of the trio of Morini that behind its façade as professional or (Thanks to Zanussi who had them

Marcus Foligno on Morini

Marcus Foligno on Morini

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Fiat Campagnola team support V

sponsored could count on two means of support, (a Fiat Campagnola and Datsun Patrol) HID also organisational failings not due so much ill will as to a workload aocessiva. In fact, when the race entered into the three yellow Morini have some’ lost touch with their assistance and the result was what we saw, the first serious mechanical problems have had to withdraw; even the bravo Valentini who at the beginning of the Paris-Dakar rally seemed really could do well.

The fate of the fourth man Morini, Marcus Foligno, It was even more unusual at the start of the stage Dirkou-Agades involuntarily Bonera trying the bike is finished in ground breaking the fuel tank. Nevertheless, Foligno is riu-SAGRES to share, albeit late, But even for him when the late hours have become too many, and there was the possibility to recover them, came on removal.

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The Morini on departure

The Morini on departure