I was eager to get out to Ultra 4
KOH 2020, and I started on the right foot. I ended up qualifying 3rd, so that
put me in row 2 with Guthrie JR and both millers on the first row. Guthrie got
me off the start and had a blistering pace that was hard to catch. We caught
the millers before mile 2, and the race was on. Despite the lack of wind and a
crazy amount of dust, we were bumper to bumper all the way to pit one where
Guthrie stopped for fuel, and Hunter and I kept going.

 I battled with Hunter for the
next 20 miles and was able to capitalize on a mistake he made in the Notches to
take the lead. We ended up being neck and neck all the way to Backdoor and
coming Into Hammertown on lap 1. My co-pilot Scott Lawrence got out to tether
us down the back door, and he noticed the transmission was leaking a lot of
oil. So our plan was to radio pit one and tell them to tell pit two at mile
marker 119 to have fuel and gear oil. I knew I could baby the car through the
desert and create enough dust hunter would not be able to pass.

That plan never ended up working
and was shot down after our radios decided to stop working. At around mile 90,
I had to pull into pit one and relay the message verbally. At that time, Hunter
got around us, and we ate his dust for the next 20 miles. Then things started
to go downhill, literally. I’m following hunter up a rock hill very close to
avoid the dust. Boom! Next thing I know, we’re on our side. Scott and I crawl
out of the car, and we attempt to flip it back over. The car was tipped
downhill, so we are fighting gravity to get it back up.. We try with no luck.
Then Scott says, grab the Pro Eagle co2 jack with a bright idea to get us out.
I start digging under the cage and wedge the jack between the ground and cage.
That got the car at least 12” off the ground, and we were able to push it back
onto its wheels. However, this was the moment I knew that we had made a grave
mistake.

The car started rolling backward
down the hill. I forgot to put it in park. I knew if I did not get it slowed
down or stopped, it was going to flip down the mountain. I did everything in my
power to get in to get the brake to peddle or park lever, but my attempt
failed, and by that point, it was too late. The car had caught me and threw me
like a rag doll. I was lucky enough to slow it down, and it made a slight turn
and stopped sideways in the track. When I went to stand back up, I felt a rock
on the bottom of my feet, and both my shoes were gone somehow. Scott threw me
one, and the other one was close enough to grab. I went to put my right shoe on
and couldn’t because I realized my toes were broken.  I quickly pushed
them back straight and got both shoes on. I tried to get up and run to the car,
but I could hardly stand. I S to the car and barely got in to finish the race.
The crash was so bad that it had blown out the power steering. I had to drive
to the bottom of the mountain to get turned around and came back up to get
Scott and try to fix the power steering. After a few minutes, he finally found
it was a blown a fuse. Of course, we had none, so we cut a wire out of our
helmet pumper, and he jumped the fuse to get it back working.

We got back on track and had a few
miles left to pit 2. We got to the pit, and they gave us fuel and rear gear
oil. At that time, we had lost 20 minutes, and I knew I had to drive flawlessly
through the rocks to even have a chance to podium. We hit our marks and blitzed
through some of the toughest rock sections known to man. By the time we roll
into Hammertown to see the checkered flag, we were able to make up 17 minutes
in under 30 miles, but we fell under 2min 46 sec short of the win.