THE EVENT: "This is the Incas rally in 1990, that year was the only year it went from Lima, Peru all the way across the continent to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. In prior years, since I was an employee of Acerbis, I also worked in the organization laying out the course or taking care of the press guys; I had a number of different jobs over the years. But when it came to that rally, which was going to be the last Incas Rally, and it was going across the continent, I told my boss I didn't want to work, I wanted to ride. And he let me ride, and in years prior I had had support from KTM so KTM helped me. I just got one of the standard rental bikes, a KTM 350 single two-stroke. They had like 15 or 20 down there, and I got one of them and raced across the continent. For me, I had a few different issues with that particular bike – at the time, there was no GPS, there was just kind of old-school navigation equipment, and the front tire sucked the odometer cable off of that bike within the first day or two. There aren't any KTM dealers down there, so there aren't any spare parts, and I couldn't fix it, so I ended up either following the track or following my nose to figure out where the race course went; because it's unmarked, it's only by road book or map where to go. In Peru I was okay because I'd been down there so many years I knew where I was going, but once it got into the jungle and started to cross Brazil - at some times it was anyone's guess, at other times it was pretty much follow the main track. A couple of times I'd come to "Y"s in the middle of the Amazon and get off the bike and go walking forward like Cochise trying to look at the tracks of where everybody went and find my way… When the race started in Lima we were close to the ocean, and I was down there photo shooting some stuff, and I picked up some shells from the Pacific, and I told myself, 'If I'm lucky enough to get all the way over to the Atlantic, the first time I see the ocean I'm going right to the beach to grab some more shells.' So I'd have shells from the Pacific and the Atlantic. Well, when I got over there, we came into some town, actually some nice little town in Brazil, came over this hill, I see the water, there's the beach, I've got to keep my promise to myself. Well, there was a town park with kids playsets and people on the beach and everything going on. At that point I've been riding for two weeks through the jungle eating only bananas and potatos, and kind of suffering to survive the rally, and I didn't really care who was on the beach. I rode through the children's playground, through the people laying out on the beach, threw the bike down, dug around in the surf, got some shells, shoved them in my fanny pack, got back on the bike, went back through the beach, back through the park, back onto the race course and on my way. I've got the shells here, they're still in my office. I've got the front number plate off that bike, still covered with mud."