The Lucerne 250 MDR Race = AWESOME!

What an adventure we had this weekend! Evan had the plan to head up to Lucerne Valley to watch the Lucerne 250 race and meet up with some guys from Dezert Dimes. We loaded up around 7 and hit the freeway. Around 10 we stopped in Wrightwood to meet up with Wild Will. He pulled in around 10:30 after a little run in in some traffic on the 15. Apparently in bumper to bumper traffic, someone cut though a gap and barreled into him at about 25 miles per hour. CIMG0538 He has a Ford Ranger PreRunner truck, caged in the back. The guy that hit him was in a brand new Mustang, and his car went straight up under the back of his truck, burying his mustang up to the windshield. His rear tires were literally lifted off the ground, so he couldn’t pull off of the mustang. The guy had to floor it to get out from underneath him, and apparently he had just got his car out of the body shop from a previous accident!

We left wrightwood around 11 and made it up to victorville a few minutes later. From there it was 45 minutes of driving through the middle of nowhere without a light to be seen for miles. After three wrong turns down dirt roads, we finally stopped and pulled up directions on my treo. Thank god for 21st century technology and GPS. Finally rolled in to the main pits around 2am, and could not find any of the DD guys. (Bad directions were due to one of them being completely blasted). We bombed around the pits for a while before staking out CIMG3265a campsite on top of a nearby hill. The wind was so bad (up to 13mph) that it took another 30 minutes just to get our tent up, but once we had it set up, a good 30 pack of coors light eased the pain from the trip and we hit the sack.

I woke up around 6 am and checked out the sunrise, which was pretty awesome from the hilltop. I sat on the back of my truck and checked out the start of the race. The mountain we were on was right next to the track, so we had an awesome view of the trucks bombing straight by us. There was a professional SCORE racer, pistol pete racing in one of the trucks, and there was a helicopter following his truck and video taping it. These guys were shooting down the straightaway by our campsite at what must have been nearly 60mph, which is pretty sweet because there were tons of whoops down that straightaway.


When everybody was finally up and we broke down our tents, we headed down the hill and found the rest of the Dezert Dimes Crew. Bruce was there pitting for TunnelVision motorsports which was running a ford ranger, but the broke a valve spring at mile 6 on the first lap, and didn’t even get to race more than that. We broke out the dirt bikes and headed out a place on the track called The Wall, which is the biggest jump on the track. Trucks would bomb down this hill and hit that jump and get insane amounts of air. We chilled at the wall for a couple hours and watched truck after truck bomb over that jump, and met a bunch of people who race other trucks.


After riding dirt bikes for a couple hours after that, we decided to pack up the bikes and head out around 4. I decided to take one last run on my bike, which was a bad idea. Never take your last run. I decided to mob up “Gnar Hill”, the biggest one in the area. I got up to the top, but bombed out coming back down and fell hard. I caught my leg on the exhaust pipe, burned a hole in my pants, and still have some of the melted fabric stuck in my leg. Oh well, you win some you lose some.

Overall, it was a sick trip, good times with good buddies, and some great riding in the desert.



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MDR Desert Race This Weekend

Tonight the whole crew is heading up to Lucerne Valley for the MDR Dezert Race. Evan, Anderson, Cam and I are leaving SD around seven with two trucks, three dirt bikes, a shitload of beer and in search of good times.   We’ll be meeting Wild Will off the 15/210 for a DD Caravan up to Lucerne.  A bunch of guys from will be up there pitting for a race team and we are going to be camping with them. Race starts around 8am, and we are going to mob around the dezert and watch the race from “the wall” which apparently is one of the hugest jumps on the course. I’ll be back sunday with some sick pictures I probably won’t remember taking. Oh, and and check out what these two idiots were saying:

Fadingfastsd (10:56:29 AM): im so pumped

Fadingfastsd (10:56:33 AM): this is gonna be awesome

Fadingfastsd (10:56:40 AM): cant drink tho

Fadingfastsd (10:56:51 AM): ive got a really bad cold, been sick as shit

DurtySanchezzzzz (10:57:44 AM): Dude, you guys are both pussies

DurtySanchezzzzz (10:58:06 AM): I have been sick too, and I’m drinking

DurtySanchezzzzz (10:59:37 AM): What’s the point of going to the desert if you aren’t drinking

DurtySanchezzzzz (10:59:46 AM): What a waste

Fadingfastsd (11:01:30 AM): fuck you assfuckmo

Fadingfastsd (11:01:36 AM): ill outdrink your ass

Fadingfastsd (11:01:39 AM): that was just a test

Fadingfastsd (11:01:40 AM): pussmo

DurtySanchezzzzz (11:02:44 AM): A test aye? Ya right, I’m sure you’ll accidently “forget” to bring beer tonight, then steal 1 of mine and drink half and pass out bitch

Fadingfastsd (11:03:04 AM): fuck you dirtbaggler

Fadingfastsd (11:03:22 AM): i was born in the desert and raised off the sweat of indians and backbones of rattlesnakes

Fadingfastsd (11:03:41 AM): i piss cactus needles and shit scorpions motherfucker

DurtySanchezzzzz (11:04:00 AM): Hahahhaaha

Fadingfastsd (11:04:02 AM): i can live off the land longer than daniel fucking boone

Fadingfastsd (11:05:03 AM): I can smoke peyote for 6 days straight, complete 2 vision quests, and build a teepee before you can get your tent out of the bag

Fadingfastsd (11:05:06 AM): desert rook

DurtySanchezzzzz (11:05:48 AM): Ya right, the closest thing you’ve ever done to the mdr experience is sit behind a screen and watch videos, you couldn’t survive living without a computer alone for more than a day

Fadingfastsd (11:06:14 AM): we’ll see rookmo

Fadingfastsd (11:06:20 AM): ultimate desert challenge starts tonight

Fadingfastsd (11:06:34 AM): the ultimate test of mountain mans mettle

Fadingfastsd (11:07:15 AM): if you don’t have complete confidence in your truck and survival skills and equipment you won’t last a day out there

DurtySanchezzzzz (11:07:34 AM): very true, I finally have other people there to witness your truck barely being able to keep up

DurtySanchezzzzz (11:10:37 AM): Just so you know, I will not help you tow your giant hunk of shit back down the hil when it breaks
DurtySanchezzzzz (11:11:08 AM): Or help your peg legged pos out of the sand

The Montana Cowboy

A Montana cowboy was overseeing his herd in a remote mountainous pasture  
when suddenly a brand new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. 
The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban Sunglasses  
and YSL tie, leans out the window and asks the cowboy, "If I tell you exactly

how many cows and calves you have in your herd, will you give me a calf?" 
The cowboy looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his  
peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure, why not?" 
Cowboy-and-Sunset-Print-C10054615The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects  
it to his Cingular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASA Page on the  
Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation System to get an  
exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite  
that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. 
The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports  
it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. 
Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image; has 
been processed and the data stored. 
He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel  
spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes,  
receives a response. 
Finally, he prints out a full-color, 15 page report on his hi-tech,  
miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the cowboy and says, 
"You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves." 
"That’s right. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says the  
He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as  
the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car. 
Then the cowboy says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly  
what your business is, will you give me back my calf?" 
The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?" 
You’re a Congressman for the US Government", says the cowboy. 
"Wow! That’s correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?" 
"No guessing was required", answered the cowboy. "You showed up here even  
though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already  
knew, to a question I never asked. You tried to show me how much smarter  
than me you are; and you don’t know a thing about cows…this is a herd of 

Now give me back my dog.