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Fast and Far
Joined: Apr 2008
Location: Merrickville, Canada
There are only six Canadians to ever have finished a Dakar Rally in its 29-year history: Lawrence Hacking (2001), Guy Giroux (2002), Eric Dubeau (2002), Shawn Price (2003) and Bob Bergman (2005), Patrick Trahan (2011)
Interviews with Lawrence Hacking and Guy Giroux
You know it’s easy to watch a half hour of TV coverage as people ride their bikes up and over sand dunes, in and out of camelgrass and at high speed over dry lake beds, and think what a blast it all must be. I did anyway, until I read the diaries of 2005 competitor Bob Bergman and was aghast at just how much preparation and utter commitment was required just to finish the thing.
When I finally put down his diaries I picked up my list of “things to do before I die” and promptly removed the Dakar. But that’s just me. Thankfully there are people of far greater determination and resilience out there than I, some of whom have actually done the Dakar.
CMG caught up with two of such Canadians at the Toronto Motorcycle Show; Lawrence Hacking and Guy Giroux and got the low down of what makes someone do such a thing as the Dakar. Oh, and if you want to know just what it’s like on a day in day out basis, then you should also check out Bob Bergman’s diaries which we published on CMG last year.
Lawrence started riding bikes back in his teens, first with motocross events and then enduros. In 1985 he entered and completed his first International Six Day Enduro (ISDE) going on to finish it four more times. A job with Yamaha Europe meant that he got to see the Rally des Pharaons and his interest in rallies was set.
In 2000 he decided to try to be the first Canadian to complete the Paris-Dakar rally. Nine months later – Jan 2001 – at the age of 46 and without any official factory support he was in Paris on a Honda XR650 …
My goal for the Dakar was to get through technical inspection, get into Africa and then just get to the rest day. I figured if I could get to the rest day I could finish. From past experience I knew that once you get past the halfway point you get stronger, your body adapts and you get more comfortable with everything.
Everything was going very well and so on the second day in Africa I was thinking, “Shoot, I can win this thing, I’ve got it in the bag! I’ll just pass all these guys … Why are they going so slowly?” And then I hit a big rock in the dust and bent the front wheel (he had to cut the lugs off the side of the tire to clear the fork and complete the remaining 500 kms in that shape until he got to base and swapped wheels).
The Dakar is the race that you can calculate the risk out of the least, but then it’s not about luck either; I don’t really believe in luck. There’s a good story about the golfer Arnold Palmer; a guy approached him and said, “Wow you made a great shot, you must be really lucky.” Arnold’s response to that was “Yes, the more I practice, the luckier I get!”
HIGHS AND LOWS
The camelgrass was by far the toughest. There had been a lot of rainfall in the desert and the camelgrass root system retains the water, so the camelgrass becomes like a series of solid pylons throughout the desert … but not spaced quite far enough apart to make a straight line. When these big bikes are full of fuel they don’t want to turn that much, they just want to go straight.
The sand dunes are fun though. You know, you’re there to have fun and the sensation of riding sand is incredible! It’s like surfing; one key rule – never ever ride over something you can’t see because it could be 30 meters straight down, so you always put your front wheel over and have a look before going. Many people make a big mistake by not checking and just hoping for the best. You can’t – not in the Dakar, every meter can put you out of the rally.
You can also make some big serious mistakes in the dunes if you bury the bike and you’re all alone. I hit some soft spots, flopped over and fell in the sand – in 35-37 degree heat – and quickly figured I couldn’t do that more than three or four times each day or I’d be in trouble. So I was very careful – it’s much better to slow down and pick better lines.
LIFE AFTER DAKAR
I think that if you concentrate on things very intensely your mind gets better and better at concentrating. People warned me that when I got back home I’d feel like I’d have nothing to do, because you get so used to focusing with spoon-bending concentrating for 10 hours a day, and once back home you’re back to shoveling snow – it’s like your world is spinning around you.
The Dakar is all a test of who you are, to your ultimate ability, and it’s hard to describe what you go through during that race; we can tell you all about it but until you live that whole experience it’s pretty much impossible to convey it in its entirety.
It boils down to the sensation of riding motorcycles across that type of terrain. It’s really, really incredible – that’s what sold me on the event, seeing those guys on TV flying down the desert in total freedom, just the sensation of doing that – it’s the essence of motorcycling.
Guy started riding bikes at the very early age of five, taking part in his first race at the tender age of thirteen. Since then he has dominated the world of dirt in his home province of Quebec, becoming the provincial off-road champion no less than 13 times.
But his racing career spans far beyond La Belle Province, with three championships in the national off-road series and two top tens in the Pro Canadian MX. Oh and throw in a Bronze and Gold medal from the ISDE as well.
FOCUSED AND SMART
My goal was to finish, to make it to the end of that race. I had been training on a KTM but the first time I even saw the bike that I would use for the Dakar – a KTM 660 – was at the registration the day before the start!
Right from the start I really paced myself as I knew I had to save my bike and my body if I was going to finish. I started off never going over 120 kph, and I didn’t make any mistakes. If you keep going 120 smart, instead of going 160 and making a mistake, you might actually make it to the end. But as the days went by and I started to get the hang of things, I was going faster and faster.
On day eight, we got lost because we had to go up a hill, and at the top the GPSs were pointing everywhere. Then I saw Jordi Arcarons, rider #3 (the low rider number signifying more experience) go to the other side; I watched him thought ah, he’s fucked if he goes that way, and I kept going on my route. He made the right choice though – if I had turned with him I would have got a top 5 finish that day. After that I learned that if someone had any number under five to follow him!
Three days from the end I was doing a TV interview with a crew in a helicopter while I was riding – using a microphone in my helmet. They had taken an interest in me because I was the fastest rising guy from the pack and wanted to ask me how the rally was going.
Then, as soon as the live interview ended and the helicopter was flying away, I hit a soft spot and the bars started to flap – I went straight over them and landed on my head! The interviewers must have still been able to hear me in their headphones as my grunting from the crash brought the helicopter right back.
I got up and started looking for my bike and found it 50 feet back. All I could think about was my bike, and when the interviewers came back to ask what was happening I said, “Now I’m going to Dakar to the finish – I don’t give a shit, shut that mic down I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”
That crash left me with a dislocated vertebra and some sleepless nights from the pain. But also with the realization of how much of a mental thing the Dakar is – your ride is really so much in your head.
This year there is only Lawrence hacking attempting the Dakar, in a sweet custom car
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