Friday was race day but the limited classes don’t leave the start line until way late. I think the Bronco DR was off the line at 11:24 AM and the ranger raptor was off the line at 11:29 am. Our chase orders were to be staged at RM 35 and hopefully that was just for a fly by but we’d be there just in case. So hanging out with Jason Schererer and all his guys we watched every TT spec TT class 1’s etc come by (which was awesome BTW). When the Bronco came by it didn’t sound right and it looked like Brad wasn’t going to stop. He finally pulled off about 100 yards past our pit spot so we had to move the trucks to go work on it. The way the exhaust is ran on that thing the dual exhaust tips dump in front of the rear axle after the skid plate. So every time the Bronco sacked out it jammed the exhaust tips into the dirt and broke the exhaust off at the headers. The whole system slid back and Venturi effect was getting O2 to the 02 sensors. We had to pull the skid plate off slide the exhaust forward. Bolt it back up to the headers and make makeshift hangers out of hose clamps. We used a sawzall and cut the snake fangs off above the level of the skid plate so it wouldn’t happen again, and it didn’t fail the whole rest of the race.
The race trucks had to run down the west coast about half way down the peninsula then cross west to east and start heading back north. So our instructions were to go to San Felipe, get dinner and go to bed because Baileys driver change was supposed to be about 5:30 am. We stopped in Valley Trinidad on our way back to SF and found the KTM rider that had crashed into a rock, ruined the engine on his bike and broke his arm. He wasn’t even headed for medical attention yet. He was getting a taco and heading back to Ensenada to go watch people finish. Bryan Crofts couldn’t let him go on that injured as he was, his obviously broken arm was dangling. So Bryan did a cold pack and compression wrap on his arm to stabilize it at least.
So while the boys raced in the night we had a peaceful dinner and hung out on the beach before going to bed. Got to run into
woody on the Malecon having drinks with
DontNeedRoadz. We were actually staying in almost across the street from eachother condos but didn’t figure that out in time to get to party with them. That night both the Ranger and the Bronco wiped out the rear differentials which set our driver’s changes back by about 5 hours each. So we had breakfast and took our time getting to Maralia junction. By the time John Williams got the truck to us it was all doctored up again good as new by his pit crew and Loren’s pit crew. All we had to do was put Baileys floor in it, fuel it and send them on their way. The Ranger got better fuel mileage than planned so we slammed 29 gallons in it instead of the anticipated 40.
Once they took off She was going double their pre run speed. When we pre ran we could stay ahead of her in the chase truck by quite a bit. Now we couldn’t even catch them. She went from maralia junction where she got in to the top of the goat trail in 1 1/2 hours. That’s half the time it was supposed to take. Cleared the goat trail already so they are all the way past the worst part still in day light. Lots of rough trails to go now but all down hill to the ocean from here. She ran hard and clean all the way to the end and knocked over an hour off her projected time. Because Score has an actual finish line and a ceremonial finish line. Ford had the Bronco do some Ford VS Ferrari stuff. The Bronco finished 20 minutes ahead of the Ranger then waited at the checkered flag for the Ranger to catch up. Then they crossed the stage together so all 61 people could be there for the champagne and photos.
There’s a lot of little details I’m leaving out. Overall it was an amazing experience. Ford is serious about this stuff yet made it really fun. They paid for everything while I was down there, I wouldn’t have had to spend one penny of my own money if I didn’t want to. I was housed and fed very well. Proud to get to claim a spot on team Ford Performance