When I was a kid , I harboured fantasies about driving the Paris-Dakar road rally. People who have seen me swerve through traffic will not think this is completely out of line. And when I lived in Paris I came so close as to almost sneak in as a navigator for a realdriver though it just didn’t happen.
Still, even here on the Western edge of civilization and an ocean and continent away, I haven’t given up hope.
But I have a new rally distracting me. I am struck dumb with the awesome personal potential of The Mongol Rally.
The rules are simple. Get a crap car and drive it to Mongolia. Do the world some good while doing so by raising £1000 for entry and charity donation. OMG ! I swear I was made for this thing.
The mother of all adventures, the Mongol Rally is an 8000 mile dash across ¼ of the earth’s surface in cars that most people consider underpowered for doing the shopping. We have no entourage of support vehicles, there is no carefully marked course, there are no professional drivers, fast cars, or even good cars. It’s just you, your pants-mobile and thousands of miles of adventure.
Not only do we provide the world’s most extreme car challenge, you get to save the world at the same time. The Mongol rally is a charity event raising money for some fantastic organisations.
All cars have a 1000cc rule and must be chosen for crapness or significant comedic value. You can even suggest absurdly unlikely vehicles for inclusion.
Really lovin this idea. I just need a second driver with an (equally) bad sense of direction. And, er… some sponsors… So, who’s with me ?!?!