As I sat there, I began to hear the wind. At first it was subtle, then steadily stronger. I looked to see a funnel cloud not far from me and thought it might give me some brief heat relief, but it just stayed in one place, which is unusual.  What seemed like minutes passed and the funnel stayed constant, deliberate, almost contained. I was actually to the point of feeling uncomfortable in what was about to happen.

Let me tell my story - How it all began.

At 65 years old, I plan to race the 2026 Baja 1000 as a solo motorcycle rider in the Ironman class. I’ve

tried before—twice—more than eight years ago, and failed both times. If I finish this time, I’ll become

the oldest person to ever complete the race in the nearly 60-year history of the event.