You think you know a guy…
So Travis here was a first timer with us at the Baja 1000. Totally unflappable. Can-do attitude. Attacked the dirtiest jobs with gusto. Sometimes he attacked them with verve.
So most of the team had been up for more than 24 hours when we crashed out of the race after the car hit a tree. And then the transmission failed. And we pulled the engine and tranny to replace it, only to realize the replacement tranny wouldn’t fit. So we pack everything up and make the long drive back to Ensenada.
Everyone, exhausted, crashes. And Travis, and some wristwatch-wearing accomplice, wanders from trailer to truckbed, from RV to crew cab, photographing sleeping people with our 1102 pit sign, which, I’m assuming, he used for perspective.
Here now, is his gallery of images.