shining with just a hint of breeze , the contrast between the sand and blue sky was getting me excited with the prospect of some wonderful footage .
After capturing the footage of the group , riding through the higher dunes experienced on the Border Track , I packed my drone away comfortably in my tank bag and started the process of catching up to everyone . I was having an exciting time , this track was bringing a large smile to my face and with no dust in front of me , my vision was clear , and my speed was increasing . Then out of nowhere my bike went ‘ burrrrrrrrrr ’, and came to a stop .
My Husaberg FE350 is only seven years old and has done some traveling , it has 388 hours on the clock , but only recently it had broken down in a similar fashion . That time I was able to diagnose and fixed what ended up being a blocked fuel injector .
On this morning , at around 10.30am , I tried for about 15 minutes to summon the sweep riders on the UHF radio . No luck . I thought this was a little strange . Normally what happens after taking footage is one or both of the sweep riders will stop a little way up the track and wait for me . But on this occasion both Dickie and Scooter thought they were riding the Baja 1000 and got a little carried away on this formidable track . I don ’ t blame them it is a sand riders delight .
Not wanting to lose any more time , I quickly turned into ‘ weekend warrior auto-electrician ’ mode , wiggling wires and changing fuses in search of an easy fix . Up ahead in the midst of leading the Baja 1000 it occurred to Scooter that he should stop and wait for me . Scooter waited patiently for 15 minutes and when I hadn ’ t appeared , he started riding back closer to me , stopping on one of
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