When I tell you I am in a funk because I didn’t get to go to the Baja 1000 this year, I’m not kidding. Yesterday afternoon, around 2 pm, I actually asked Daphne if her passport was really expired knowing full well it is. I asked, because this morning was the start of the Baja 1000 and without traffic it’s only a 4 hour drive from our house to Ensenada. That means we’d have been there in time for dinner, some late night pre-running festivities, a couple of drinks, and then some sleep in preparation for the start of the race today. Even if we only hung out until all the competitors left the starting line and made it through the wash we’d be home tonight for dinner. Hotels would be nearly impossible to get last minute, but we’ve got friends who have friends there, and the Suburban can hold an air mattress if all else fails.
I’m no chicken, I was ready.
But…Daphne’s passport hadn’t somehow magically become not expired, and the new one hadn’t magically appeared early, and it was last minute during the week before a weekend where we have two races to announce and cover. Not smart to head to Mexico.
And yet I should have.
Here is preview video that gives you just the faintest taste of what Baja is like. Mexico is magical.
