The neat thing about desert rickshaws, they always seem to be in a pretty good mood when they unload. A BSA 441 Victor. I had one of those things. It had to be one of the worst motorcycles ever made, at least for the desert. My bow恰ck when I usually fling the לו papel. What am I doing, guys? The First Checkpoint, it's Mike Burke, one of the checkers. Everybody's wondering where heat came from. by his buddy Doyle Fields, another member of the checkers. He was the original leader, Fuck Smith, followed by Garrett Preston. Jan Roberts coming through. I'll get in there. There's Tantkars Mark. Mike Birch is also passed away along with his buddy Doyle Fields. Cross its eye length, probably 100 miles an hour. We had like 20 cameras covering this thing. We had them spread out on the first loop and then a plan to move them so they could also get on the second film on the second loop. So we had effectively about 40 different camera locations. And of course the helicopter with Nelson Tyler and David Jones, a pilot who were just amazing what they could do. Fuck Smith and Gary Preston. There goes Jan Roberts on his Huskivarna which was kind of a new motorcycle at the time for the United States. Turns out that Mike and Doyle had taken a road and cut the course so they were eventually disqualified. It seemed like every desert racer would be some kind of a bottleneck where everyone would get jammed up. That was kind of part of the deal. The amazing thing about some of these bottlenecks where I never saw anybody getting at it each other. There's always like you're running to somebody or jamming. They kind of look at you and go, are you having fun? Jan Roberts were football shoulder pads. Nobody had any kind of armor that were in those days. He also wore like a baseball catcher's knee pads. Fuck Smith flat tire. Mike Burke picking up the line and making the corner. When you're going that fast it's easy to miss some of the corners of this side of the markings. Jan missed the corner and catches out the corner of the line and gets back on the course. Without losing much time. The desert racing back then was pretty much a virgin desert. It wasn't all hooked out. It was pretty much none of the desert race anywhere you wanted to. That was part of the challenge for the different clubs was to find a new area and lay out a new course. Very much club oriented. There was like the checkers and the victors and the viewfinders and the sham rocks. Most of them were in their colors of the club they were in. This is some of the really great helicopter photography that was pretty darn new at the time. As I said before, you know, just hanging out the door of the helicopter with the handheld camera. It was shaking all over the place. Where Nelson and David Jones were just an amazing group of people or amazing team. They got so close to Jan one time I think that they actually hit his shoulder on the skid like Berk with a flat kind of poetic justice. Very impressed and followed by Whitey Martino. Malcolm Smith Whitey and I went to the 60th trial when we were doing on Sunday. And I think Whitey is living in Sonoma County up in Durham, California. And I think that's the best way to get to the best of the best. Oh Why do you Martino getting a little wheel adjustment? Brennan McLellan, our man in the pits. Jim, how's it going so far? OK, fine, thanks. Fine, except for the front ramp. Good luck. He hit a rock. Congratulations. That's rough. He says it's rough. He wants a cigarette. The gas is going standby for a fire. We're backing off now. He's getting more requests for a cigarette in. There he goes, number 56.