The Dakar Rally passed through the town of Puerto Madryn a few days ago. I was excited to see the parade of vehicles, from motorcycles to the huge support trucks, come  blasting into town so I rode my moto out to the edge where a thin crowd stretched out along both sides of the road and I made a little camp in the shade of a tree. My thinking was that out here the cars and motorcycle would still be moving fast, but when the first rider came in waving to us from behind a police escort I found out I was mistaken. It was still cool to watch and I stayed for a few hours seeing everything from clean team SUV’s to dusty four-wheelers pass by before deciding to back head through town to the site where the teams were set up.

After packing the bike, I swung my leg over and pulled into the street – behind one of the big MAN support trucks. People started waving at me and stepping into the street to get my picture. At first I felt guilty, like I was being dishonest with these people… but I got over that. If they wanted a show, I’d give ‘em one. I stood up on the pegs and waved like I was running for office. And I made it about a ½ mile before being waved off the track by an observant cop. But somewhere out there are photos of me finishing the second day of the Dakar in P. Madryn Agrentina, and if you find one, yes, I’d pay money for it.