After an endless series of punctures, in Gao I'm back in the top ten. In the difficult ring of Gao/Mopti/Gao at the foot of Mount Humbori, I remember for the terrible sharp rocks, I'm going to join Patrick Drobecq to take off in the big fast turns and start my second stage win.
Just imagine: 540 km courses in 10h 06 min, I arrived right at nightfall. Finally here I am again among the first 5, I'm starting to believe I can win this rally. Meanwhile I lose my brother Philippe who falls breaks his foot, and I find myself alone alone on the track, I don't have anyone left who can help me in the fight against the official drivers.
And then comes the damn special evidence of Timbuktu Niono dine 560 km. At first I'm under the illusion that everything is fine. I climb up on my direct competitors and get to the gasoline truck in the middle of nowhere, and dubious provenance.
I fill up with a dubious mixture of gasoline, kerosene and some other fuel and allotment component. After only 10 km after my engine slows down, Mumbles, rattled and abandoned me nailed. Look 6 hours the truck on which I had a backup engine, I mount it but I arrive 50 minutes out of maximum time and I am plagued by a penalty of 15 hours. What a mockery. I didn't deserve it.. I collapsed at the bottom of the leaderboard. Cyril Neveu wins the Dakar 1982 though at the time of my trouble with gasoline I was half an hour ahead of him in the general classification.
I still have the strength to win a special stage before the finish line.
I often think back to that supply and it will pursue me for a long time.
N.d. r. Marc Joineau won 2 stages in the Dakar 1982, and finished 17th in the absolute.