Top Gear at the legendary Baja 1000
Another epic TG mag adventure from the past 20 years: 1000 miles of Mexican madness...
Posted: 14 Oct 2013
I glance at my co-driver. He looks like a freshly dug potato. All I can see is dry brown earth. It's coated everything. We can't read any of the switches; the screens are covered. We flap at them with gloved hands, but, already moist from the rain, everything now turns muddy. It continues in this vein until late afternoon, when we finally drop down out of the hills, clatter through a rock garden that would have been absurdly daunting three hours before and onto a road section. The relief is palpable. We've done 88 miles, in which we've banged tyres with a Class One buggy, cannoned through a blind yumps section, discovered our horn is actually a siren (fulfilling several childhood fantasies), very satisfyingly outbraked a 400bhp truck into a fast corner and a million other things besides.
I haven't been able to hear a word Justin said, I can still taste silt dust and it's been the toughest, most ferocious 88 miles of my driving life. We're both tired, and, despite the best efforts of this suspension, the physical toll is starting to tell. We still have 300 miles to run.