We finished the race!! That picture was taken by our chase crew as we CROSSED THE FINISH LINE. Granted, it was 3 hours after the time limit expired, and there was nobody there. NOBODY. So we didn't get an official finish. But we still made it. And that felt a lot better.

Some items of note.

The Baja 250 was brutal. Out of the 230 or so miles of the course, I would conservatively estimate that 215 of it was whoops. The one kind of terrain that our Hummer can't do well. We love rocky. We love crazy hill climbs. We love silt, sandy river beds, paved sections, boulders, mud, you name it. The only thing we can't do is whoops. It's because we have no wheel travel to speak of. And whoops are all about wheel travel. Once they got bigger than 6 inches tall or so (which was about 90% of em), we had to slow down to 14 miles an hour. 14. Not 15. At 15, the tires start to catch air a tiny bit more each whoop they hit. In a few seconds, everybody's teeth are shattering. So we were going 14 miles an hour for almost the entire race.

There was a section where we had to climb through this mountain. Real rocky. Real steep. It also happened to be dark and raining. Sonya (Phillip's wife) was driving. These tiny mountain passes were about 8 inches narrower than the Hummer. So it was quite intense. I was on the passenger side. There were a couple times when she was about to grind the Hummer into a granite wall. And I wanted to yell out. But her side was a cliff. So I guess the cliff wins. You show more respect to a cliff than to something that's just trying to scratch your paint. I think I probably said the word careful about 150 times.

On our way down the above mentioned mountain, Sonya was still driving. It was still raining. We came to this spot in the road where it appeared to just drop off. Like a Wile E Coyote cliff. The road just goes right over this cliff. Tire tracks from other vehicles just disappearing right over the edge. She had come to a complete stop to look at this. Just as she was about to go Phillip yelled for her to stop. He was going to get out and look. So there's Phillip, standing out in the rain, in the dark. We're looking at him through the windshield. He had walked over to the edge. Well, when I say edge, I mean the optical illusion that appeared to be an edge. And when I say that he walked over to it, what I mean is, he had stopped about 15 feet (!) from the 'edge' and leaned over trying to see if it really was a bottomless pit. I guess you had to be there. Trust me. It was funny.

No real damage to speak of. Mostly because we were going 14 the whole time! We did do this.