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
But we're into the desert now, under clearer skies, more open vistas. We have a great section, pounding over firm sand, scooting around stunted vegetation, helicopter filming us from cactus level, going fast, going well, catching others. "You know what this means?" Justin says over an intercom that's miraculously repaired itself, "We're going to come a cropper soon."
Prophetic words. We're flat in fourth, insect-like suspension nibbling at the surface, skating quickly along. We don't see the washout until far too late. We fly off the lip of the dried-up riverbed so fast that the point of impact is the bank on the other side. Solid chassis against solid rock. Hands and feet and heads fly around the cockpit as the buggy ricochets into the sky, launching itself over the lip. I'm shaking so hard I can't put my feet on the pedals, can't grip the wheel, can't find a gear. I've never been scared when racing, but I'm scared now. And in pain. I groggily ask Justin if he's OK, but the noise I make is wheezing bagpipes.