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We bought a car!

Wednesday 8th March 2017 at 14:37

First of all, the size of Heathrow cannot be over-exagerated. I landed at gate 42 in Terminal 3, and the walk to gate 22 where several halls combined was easily a third of a mile.

Today was going to be a busy day. If everything went to plan I would grab my rental, head to my hotel in east London, ride a few trains and buses for 2.5 hours up to the dealership in Rushden, drive the car about an hour and a half to the storage facility, then make my way back into London. It would be tight getting to the storage yard as they would close at 5, but it was all possible.

Customs was a breeze, though it took a little longer than it should have due to a group of about 50 Chinese kids who I can only guess were going to some band competition or perhaps an intramural football tournament. I picked up my bag immediately and made my way to the lost luggage booth. At the desk there’s a TEP wireless pickup, which is where I needed to pick up the portable wifi device I rented for the weekend – which I CANNOT RECOMMEND ENOUGH. If you’re traveling internationally, paying your cell provider for international data is basically legalized sodomy. I think AT&T charges something like $40 for 200 mbs of data, which you could eat up by running your GPS for 30 minutes and checking Facebook once. No thanks. I rented a device from TEP when I was in Germany for 10 days and it was great. 3G+ speeds anywhere there is cell service. Any non-Euro international ralliers especially I can’t stress enough how convenient this is, especially in a city like London. Good god I don’t know how anyone gets around the city without non-stop GPS. I think the rate for TEP is something like $7-8 a day, which is well worth not getting screwed on international roaming or buying multiple SIM cards.

I rented a car through Sixt, which was going to make my life a little easier over the weekend but in retrospect I’m not sure it was necessary. The car I was there to buy is a 5-speed right hand drive car, and I didn’t want to throw myself to the wolves driving an opposite stick AND on the other side of the road for the first time. I figured getting an automatic rental would get me settled in. The woman at the rental counter saw that my birthday was the day before so she hooked me up with a rental several classes above what I rented. Funnily – she excitedly offered me a BMW 428 gran coupe, which is awesome to drive. I know this because that’s what I drive at home. She ended up putting me in a brand new (14 miles on the odometer) Mercedes coupe. Woot.

Let me tell you about how big London is. Fucking massive. Let me tell you about how many people are in London. Way too many. It was 26 miles from the airport to my hotel, which was about 9 miles east of the city center. Taking the most direct route would have taken 2 hours. Hell, when I drove back to the airport at 5:30 in the morning it took an hour and a half. Like most European cities the streets around the city are small and winding. Driving on the left side ended up being easier than I thought. That being said, driving in the city is a nightmare. Lanes open up and disappear just as fast, with all manner of things painted on the street. I swear 2 lanes could cross an intersection and within 50 feet you would be expected to merge back together. Somehow I made it to the hotel, checked in, and then it was time to go get the car.

I picked my hotel mostly because I had credit card points to cover the weekend cost, but it was also a 5 minute walk to a rail station. The trip out to Rushden would require 3 rail trips before hopping on a bullet train out to the country side and finally taking a bus to the vicinity of the dealership. The rail system in London is impressively complex. Some of the change stations in the inner city could have 5 different rail lines, so getting off one could mean going 4 stories up and back down in a different direction, all underground. I’d love to see a rendering of what all the tunnels and corridors look like stacked on top of each other. As long as you have half your wits about you it’s easy enough to navigate around. There are 2 ways to ride the system: pay for each train as you go, or buy what’s called an Oyster card. My first couple trains I paid outright, but it’s pretty inconvenient as machines may or may not take credit cards so you have to have enough cash. It’s waaaaaay waaaaaay easier to buy an Oyster card. You load the card with credits, which obviously cost varying amounts depending on where you’re going. The card has an RFID chip in it so instead of having a paper ticket that you run through the gate you just tape it onto a pad on the gates and BOOM you just walk in. Btw if you decide to pay as you go, don’t throw away your ticket. Most stations require you to scan your ticket in order to leave. So yeah, buy an Oyster card. When you walk into every station there will be machines for tickets and a separate one that looks a little different, and will usually say something to the effect of “Oyster only!” It’s good for all public transport in London. I could be mistaken but I believe if you want to ride a bus inside the city you have to have one.

Eventually I arrived up in the burbs and found the dealership. Shout out to Mike Wells Cars in Rushden. I’m sure they thought I was crazy at first. Yes I’m in Texas, yes I want to buy this 13 year old car remotely, and if you can keep it there until I get there in 3 weeks that would be great. I had already sent them the address to send the V5C paperwork, so that taken care of. All I had to do was pay. If only buying a car in the US was that simple. The owner Mike asked why I was buying such an old car, and of course the answer is almost unbelievable. I got a little kick out of him showing me some of the features, and by features I mean the wipers and such. I appreciate the gesture lol, but a little unnecessary in this day and age. Team Yak to Yak Champs is proud to announce that Doblo Origato – a 2004 Fiat Doblo car van thing – is now a member.

It’s a big stupid silly car that kind of makes me laugh when I look at it. It genuinely is ugly and ridiculous, but it’s ours. A face only a parent can love. We chose the Doblo for a few reasons. Primarily, space. We’re all tall, and I have no desire to be cramped in the front or the back seat. I didn’t realize how much headroom the thing has, there’s a solid 8” above my head. Giant trunk too. We all thought it was important to have sliding doors in the back because once we get into 3rd world countries we can do all manner of silly things hanging out the side of it. A note to any future Mongol Ralliers: If you have more than 2 people and are considering a van type of vehicle, be careful if you set your sights on a Renault Kangoo, Bedford Rascal, and the like. The windows on those sliding doors only crack open. I emailed a team from a rally past to get their advice on the Kangoo. They loved it and it did come recommended, but they did say that driving through the desert with no a/c and no ability to roll down the rear windows could be pretty miserable. I know that there are going to be 1 or 8 days we wake up from having a few drinks and not feeling tip top, and being in the backseat of a hot car with no airflow is a recipe for barfing in a car. No bueno.

Unfortunately by the time I topped it off with gas, driving it out to the Oxford area to put it in storage seemed like a stretch to make it in time. Back to London it is. It took about 3 hours in stop and go traffic, which I thought would be a real chore with the stick shift being on the opposite side but I’ve driven enough 5-speeds that it became easy enough. The first half of the drive was a lot of fun. Here I am thousands of miles from home and I’ve just bought a car for such a ridiculous reason. There was never a question as to whether we’d go through with the rally once we signed up, it’s been a dream for too long. Securing a vehicle is the first big hurdle and we did it. It’s real, it’s on. Come on July!

I got up early the next morning to hit up a home supply store and head to the storage facility. I saw pictures from a team that had gotten several plastic bins to keep all their shit organized in the trunk. There’s a outdoor storage place in Oxfordshire called Barrett INSERT NAME that said they would store the car for 40£ a month including tax. That right there is a steal. Most storage places I found wanted to either charge a ridiculous amount by the week, or were the type of place that you would keep your Ferrari. Our Doblo is going to be driven through a river at some point, we don’t need it to be in a climate controlled environment. Yeah it’s a hoof to get out to the storage place – about 1.25 hours driving direct and 2.5 back on public transportation, I’d say it’s very well worth it.

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  • Sunday 6th May 2018 at 18:29

    Day 47: Finish line +2

    Ryan and I decided to wander around in the afternoon and find some souvenirs. Somewhere along the way we heard some gibberish coming from a loudspeaker in the town square so we headed that way. Turns out it was A BREAK DANCE BATTLE! The guy on the P.A. just kept yelling “blah blah ALL STYLES.”

    For a town square middle of the afternoon break dance battle it ended up being incredibly lame. I’ve seen a better break dance battle start spontaneously at an LMFAO concert 7 years ago, so color me unimpressed. We walked around for a little longer and decided to find some food. Italian sounded awesome, we hadn’t had a solid pizza since America. We did find an Italian place, but we did not find good pizza. Google translate struggled to translate the all Russian menu but we ordered what was supposed to be a “meatlovers” or so we thought. Sorry for the blurry picture, but the pizza had possibly no sauce on it and was just cheese, ham and pickles? Silly Russia…

    Ryan had a flight out that night, so we said our goodbyes. What a fucking adventure.

     

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  • Sunday 6th May 2018 at 18:18

    Day 46: Finish line +1

     

    Uuuuughhh very rough start. I think I had a 10am appointment to take our car to the train yard and sign over the title but there was no fucking way that was going to happen. We had a very late night and a ton of beer. Rich and I stayed out until close to 4. I think I peeled myself out of bed around 1 and managed to get the car to the rail yard by 2 or so. Thankfully the appointment slots didn’t really mean much, the people there would take about 20 cars per day and it didn’t matter when – unofficially. One of our license plates had rattled off somewhere in Mongolia but I was determined to keep the other one but I had to take it off stealthily, which I successfully did. Then it was time to say goodbye to el Doblo. She done good.

    There were a couple Aussies at the yard at the same time so we all shared an uber back to the finish line. There was an awesome and empty massive bar there with wi-fi. The only thing left to do was to find a flight home. I had tried the day before but the airline sites were timing out for some reason. Getting home from Ulan-Ude isn’t exactly tricky but it requires flying to Moscow first, which was the part I was having difficulty with. The flights 2 days later were filling up and the tickets went from a little over $300 to $500 by the time I was able to book a ticket. Flights from Moscow were surprisingly cheap from being so far away, somewhere in the $500 range. Thankfully I remember to check the American Airlines website because it just so happened I had enough miles to fly home from Moscow for free AND first class the entire way. After 6 weeks on the road a little luxury was a welcome surprise.

    Mitch had flown home early that morning but Ryan and I were still in town along with the Birch brothers as well as Hendrick and Dave from Starsky and Dutch. We decided we should find a nice restaurant that night for dinner, which we did sort of. Honestly don’t remember a ton of details because as soon as my flight was booked I hit the beers once again to celebrate with more of the teams that were arriving at the finish. We hit a few bars that night and then unfortunately all had to say goodbye. Ryan and I didn’t fly our respective ways for 2 days (that crazy son of a bitch flew to southeast Asia after our trip) but everyone else left in the morning.

     

     

     

     

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  • Sunday 6th May 2018 at 17:41

    Day 45: The Mongol F’ing Rally Finish Line

    Today would be the last early morning of the trip. We got up a little after 7, prayed the cars would start, and then headed to the finish line which was about 3 hours away.

    I spent the first half of the drive thinking about the journey and what I would write to my friends and family on Facebook. I’ll admit that I was fighting back tearing up at the thought of getting there and how much the trip had meant. The guys let me take over for the last leg of the drive so that I could be the one to drive to the finish. Very cool.

    For being in the middle of absolutely nowhere Ulan-Ude is a surprisingly big city. It took a while to wind through the city and then all of a sudden we pulled into a big open courtyard and there it was.

    We waited our turn to drive up on to the stage and get some incredibly awesome pictures taken. After all we’d been through, after all the car had been through. I’m still a little shocked that the Doblo pulled it off. We had cursed it a million times and we couldn’t be ready to be done with it. To it’s credit though that stupid car made it. We limped to the finish line, but we still made it.

    There was a ton of paperwork to fill out, including writing our team info on a big board of everyone else who had made it. 45 days later. Out of around 300 teams we finished #108 I believe. As you can imagine we took a ton of pictures, and got a lot with our convoy mates. We have all been together since Turkmenistan.

    After that it was up to us to do with all our stuff. We sorted through everything we had looking for any souvenirs. Anything that was still in good condition we added to the donation pile. Mitch decided to take quite a big souvenir for himself, which he managed to do with an axe.

    We all booked a room at a hotel a few miles from the finish line, aaaaaaand then we started drinking and didn’t stop.

    For those interested here’s my finish line FB post:

    “This is a little surreal. After a year of planning and 7 weeks on the road here we are at the finish line of something I never thought I’d be able to do. The Mongol Rally has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It’s been mentally exhausting, physically grueling, frustrating, and stressful. There were a lot of points where we could have given up. Our car is a 13 year old Italian car that has no business being where we’ve taken it. Our engine blew up, our fuel pump is patched together with bailing wire and glue, all of the suspension is gone. We’ve been stranded in some of the most desolate places I’ve ever been. But we didn’t give up.

    It’s also been an incredible and once in a lifetime experience that’s taken me through places I’d never see otherwise. We’ve met so many wonderful and hilarious people along the way and made some great friends. This picture is 100% worth the trouble it took to get here.

    Understandably there was a lot of concern for our safety and well being traveling through 20 countries. One of the things I wanted to prove to myself and everyone else is that the world isn’t as scary as we sometimes think it is. There hasn’t been a moment over the last 7 weeks that I’ve felt threatened in any way.

    While there is a small fraction that try to make it seem otherwise, this world of ours is absolutely full of good people. The amount of kindness and hospitality we’ve received from strangers is indescribable and unrepayable. We made it to the end in large part due to help from people who don’t speak our language and will never see again, who didn’t have to but many times went out of their way to help us. There hasn’t been any point where our nationality has been an issue. Whether it was the hundreds of honks and waves we got or sharing vodka with Russian border guards (one of whom may or not be in the mob, gave me his #, an open invitation to stay at his home and said he’d beat up anyone who gave us any trouble in Russia – thanks Stas!) most people don’t give a fuck about geopolitics and are just very appreciative that we came to visit their country. They were great representatives of theirs and we’ve done our best to be good unofficial ambassadors for America.

    From the bottom of my heart I want to thank my teammates Ryan Goodman and Mitch Walker for going on this crazy adventure. Thank you Rachel for being supportive of this dream of mine, being ok with me being away for 7 weeks. Thank you Robby and Nate for taking care of the office. Thank you to our friends and family for your generous donations to us and our charity. Thank you to our sponsors for helping make the trip a little easier. To a far lesser degree thanks to the cop in Kazakhstan who let me talk him out of a ticket, we all know not having your headlights on at 11 am is a stupid law. Last not least, thank you Doblo for letting us beat you up.

    So be nice to people. Be even nicer to strangers. And always bring a towel.”

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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