Today we drove to the service stop in La Congoja before ending in Zacatecas. It is a very small town perched on the top of a mountain with a population of three hundred (a figure I overheard only). I have been there before and what I remember most of this town is the exuberance of the children.
Before the race cars arrive, we have plenty of time to greet our friends who feel like family this particular week in October every year. This is Sean’s first time in Mexico, and as many of us dog lovers, he too, is torn by the street dogs and puppies…so he bought a bag of dog food to feed the ones he encounters. This is the first guy.
The main street of this town was lined with service vehicles, pop ups, jack stands, jacks, tools, lunch tables, and ready mechanics anticipating the needs of their cars and drivers. It is really interesting to watch the choreography of each teams action of service. Each car pretty much begins its service oeuvre by getting jacked up onto stands and wheels off.
Having an hour to kill once the drivers and navigators arrived, I remembered that I’d brought a stack of 24 hours of LeMons stickers to give away, and gave myself the task of ‘LeMonsing’ up some of the front runners.
On our way down the mountain after all race cars had departed for La Bufa, an impressive mountain that commands a presence in the landscape of Zacatecas, we came across a Ford Falcon off the side of the road. Driver and copilot were fine.
Then we entered Zacatecas. Woohoo! It is hard to not have the final night here.
We made fast friends with photographers Beco and Manuel and the lovely Maria when we cut them off while driving on the highway. Once we got to a gas station and Beco was prepared to serve us our asses in Spanish, English, Italian, German, or French…well, our friendship began!