Robots Baja 1000 Story
A couple weeks ago on a normal Friday at Motorsport Scooters we were having some drinks and hanging out as the day wound down. About this time two random dudes from Italy pulled up to the shop on a pair of modded-out, customized, and just plain gorgeous PX200s.
These bikes were incredible: they had crossbeams welded in ahead of the seat to support the legshields as well as custom exhausts and other great details. The two Italians, Andrea and Luca, were characters as well: they were carrying GPS units, clothes for a week, a few gallons of water, and extra gas. They looked ready to ride all the way to Tierra del Fuego.
It was a surprise to have these guys turn up at our door, but we were excited to have them, and we set to work repairing their scoots from damage sustained during their trip down from San Francicso. Their Vespas had been shipped from Italy and they were planning to drive from San Francisco all the way to Cabo San Lucas. The nutty part is that they were planning to do the Baja stretch off-road: they wanted to run the Baja 1000. They also had plans to ride through Death Valley and just about every ungodly desert place you can imagine for August in the Northern Hemisphere.
The Baja 1000 at least was certainly insane and we tried to convince them that it was a bad idea on scooters, even those as tricked out as these, with only about 8” of ground clearance. They were persistent, however, so we let them continue on with this idea. Who are we to shoot down somebody's Vespa dream?
Anyway, they arrived at our shop on Friday August sixth and that night partied with us while we worked on the Vespas. They woke up hung over the next day, and finally about 6pm they set out for Mexico. Our head mechanic is a guy named Robot and he's a huge fan of desert-riding and adventure in general, so after he had worked on their scooters, he led them down to Tecate on his Rally 200. We thought we'd hear from them about a month later as they pulled back through town.
On the Wednesday following, Robot received a text message that said the following: “Require urgent assistance with 4 x 4. Very urgent. Please respond.” The message had a set of GPS coordinates included.
Robot was able to respond to the message, figure out roughly where it came from and set out on the road in his truck with some supplies. What he said when he got back a few days later totally astounded us.
When Robot arrived in Mexico at a little village in the desert, after a five-hour drive through some incredibly rough and remote terrain, he discovered a withered Italian named Luca. Along the way, he'd communicated with him to see where to meet him, and after Luca had finally found a rancher driving in the desert who could drive him to a gas station, the scooterist had sent Robot a text message that read only, “I'm drinking water. Oh my god.”
Luca told Robot he'd walked through the night and into the day, stopping periodically before he found a spot with cell phone coverage, and that's where he'd been able to send the first text to Robot. It turns out that Luca had hiked for thirty miles through the desert with no water, because they'd already run through their few gallons a day before, around the same time their wheels blew out and their exhaust pipes both broke.
Once they got stuck in the desert with no water, they started eating cactus to sustain themselves. Luca decided to start walking instead of waiting to die in the desert, and he ended up walking thirty miles night and day, in a remote stretch of Baja desert before he found a sliver of cell phone coverage, which allowed him to send the first text to Robot.
Once Robot picked him up, Luca said only, “I hope Andrea's not dead.” He repeated this over and over as they headed out to find the remaining scooterist.
It was difficult getting out there, through wild terrain that would test the toughest off-road vehicle. Luca couldn't convinced any of the Mexicans in the small town to drive out to help his friend because, they said, they didn't have vehicles to get back into such wild country. To get there, Robot and Luca were forced to drive over tough terrain in 4-wheel-drive, first-gear less than 15 mph the whole way. Luca had a marker on his GPS unit that illustrated where he and Andrea had finally stopped so he knew this is where Andrea would be, dead or alive.
As they finally pulled up to the campsite, Robot saw two scooters, one pushed up the side of a hill, clothing and supplies thrown everywhere, and a deeply fatigued person crumbled up on a tent in the dirt. As they pulled up in the truck, Andrea picked his head, a huge relief to the rescuers, but as he attempted to stand up and greet them, he was only able to take a few steps before collapsing in the sand.
Luca started immediately giving Andrea small amounts of water with salt. Aside from the general confusion of the campsite, due no doubt to the deranged state severe dehydration causes, Robot also noticed puddles of cactus seeds that had been vomited up. As it was now getting dark, they decided not to attempt an exit, opting instead to camp through the night and attempt to resuscitate the dehydrated Andrea.
They had arrived at a critical moment. After two days in the desert with no water, Andrea “was not doing too well,” Robot said. Indeed, he would probably would have died shortly after the time in which they had arrived. Luca's story too is amazing, walking thirty miles across rough terrain in the back-country of Baja. He had a GPS unit, but nothing else really, no food, no water, and after he had found some assistance, his only hope of rescuing his friend was the text messages he sent to Robot, over 5 hours away in San Diego.
By the next day, the two riders were starting to speak sensibly again, except that they wanted to abandon their vehicles, but Robot wouldn't let them. He loaded all of their stuff, loaded their bikes, and they set out, seeking out first a large meal, the first the two had eaten in days, at the nearest village.
Robot then drove them off to Ensenada, worked on repairing their scooters for them and making sure they were good enough to travel again. Within another day, their spirits perked up and they were feeling healthy again, so he finally left them to continue traveling on.
The most amazing thing about the story is that these two fellows were complete strangers to us before August. They happened to stumble onto our shop, and after getting into trouble, they just happened to send a text message to one of the most capable fellows here. It's lucky for them he was able to get down to them in time, but we were very proud that he responded as quickly and selflessly as he did, so we decided to give Robot our Motorsport Scooters Crimson Crankshaft Award.
I can only hope that I would respond as selflessly and graciously as he has. I also hope that by telling people the story, by recognizing and highlighting how he acted, we can pass on the attitude that allowed him to respond in this way.
Maybe this is what the scooter community could be in its ideal form, and after hearing this story, I'm going to work hard to live this way. It's an inspiring story and I'm proud to know the guy at its center.
