Desert Dingo Racing

Author: Jim

  • Smell the excitement – what it’s like to desert race


    This is pretty much “Dust to Glory” packed into five minutes.

    For some unknown reason, one of our GoPro cameras started recording upside down and it took me months to figure out how to fix it. Mostly months because I forgot about it and then about 10 minutes of Googling to solve the problem, courtesy of Quicktime Pro.

    This is Richard and me at the start of the Yerington 300. In this video you see us standing around, get buckled in, I fiddle with my iPhone, we fist-bump and at some point pass a Class 9 car. That’s pretty much desert racing in a nutshell.

    Coming up the weekend of July 16-18 – The Fallon 250 Desert Night Race.

  • There’s absolutely nothing going on this weekend


    We’re actually enjoying our lives this weekend so 1107 will have to wait. Here’s a picture of my new tool box.

    Seriously. That’s all I’ve got. Have a happy weekend.

  • Barn find


    A treasure trove of ovals.

    I got word that someone in the San Lorenzo Valley had “a barn full” of Volkswagens. A little bit of sleuthing and earlier tonight Richard and I went to check out the situation. We’re compiling a shopping list. A handful of photos here.

  • Team meeting


    We meet over BBQ, thanks to Bob.

    We’ve got a 15 point lead going into VORRA‘s Fallon 250 night race. Thursday night we did a post-race debrief on Yerington and Reno. 1107 performed extremely well. We taco’d one rim last weekend but the tire and tube held. Between now and July 16 we’ll moves some tires and tubes onto different rims, we’ll wire all the night lighting and we’ll sort out a couple of comm issues. Otherwise, talking over Bob’s BBQ, pizza and beer, we’re dialed.

    Seth has already begun planning for the 1000, which is six months out.

  • Pre-running the Xtreme Outlaws 250

    Since I forgot to turn the camera on for the actual race, here’s video of us pre-running the Xtreme Outlaws 250. Cursed road hooligan Weasel in the red Petfinder Class 11 cuts in front of us without signaling, then we promptly get stuck in the silt and get towed out by a Hummer. Then Roger Norman in the No. 8 trophy truck blows our doors off.

    Team meeting tonight. Two page agenda.