I landed in Los Angeles to blue skies and sunshine, hopped in a car, and charged up the PCH through its gorgeous ocean vistas, canyons, and rolling hills. This was my first time on the Central California Coast. I was headed to Pismo Beach for the Race of Gentlemen.
My lucky dose of reverse jet lag had me up at 5:30am Saturday to witness Mother Nature pulling into town. I’m no stranger to wet weather, in fact, I even wondered if I brought the weather with me from New England. For TROG’s West Coast debut, a full on typhoon (the West Coast version of a hurricane) was about to test everyone who came to race.
The storm surge overnight had brought unusually high tide which pushed back the start time. Crowds decked out in ponchos and umbrellas lined the beach access road and piled into the dune area to watch the cars and bikes make their way to the beach. Racers barreled down the hill through deep sand where they were greeted with pools of water just beyond the pit area. Everyone was waiting in anticipation as each car took their turn, cheering them on, hoping they didn’t get stuck.
Finally the tide let out enough and the first flag dropped. From then on, it was wet wild fun and laughs and ear to ear grins all afternoon through the rain, fog, and wind. Everyone brought their best to the track. It was surreal watching the cars and motorcycles take off in a fury of wet sand and disappear into the fog. I would hear the roar of the engines as they came back up the beach long before I could see their ghostly outlines.
I realized I was witnessing a band of people truly dedicated to the sport and the culture. If you love something hard enough, you’ll fight like hell for it, even through the most unsavory conditions.
Here is a collection of moments from the race.