Hey RDC, before I get in to the details about our race so you guys can get a first hand experience on what happened, I want to thank each and every person that reached out to me and my co-dawg John Tondro. The off-road community is full of amazing people and it touched my heart knowing how much people care about the well-being of a fellow competitor. Without further ado, climb inside of my head while I drove the Terrible Herbst #91 Trick Truck at this year's Parker 425. I was super excited to start the year off at the Parker 425. I am extremely lucky to be able to team up with Troy Herbst and the rest of the Terrible Herbst team. It's truly a dream come true; I remember being a little kid idolizing Troy as he ripped the "landshark" around the desert with LR. To be able to race with him is an honor and privilege that I will forever be thankful for. This was my 2nd official race in a Trophy Truck. I was please to qualify 11th overall with super fast dudes ahead and behind me. Andy McMillin won the race overall the year before starting 16th (I believe) so I knew I was in a great spot to make a run for it. We took the green light on Saturday feeling confident and under control. We had two buggies starting ahead of us in Ray Griffith and CJ Hutchins, so the plan was to run really hard up the wash to see if we could pick them off because we knew the buggies wouldn't be as competitive in the super rough terrain. With that said, Ray and CJ wheel the hell out of those buggies so we knew it wasn't an easy task. We ran up the whole wash in CJ's dust but were unable to get to him before the high speed road next to the aqueduct. Damn. But we did see Apdaly on the side of the road, yes! 1 down, 9 more to go. The dust coming into midway (mile 27ish) was brutal, but at times I could see CJ's bumper when the wind decided to blow. We kept charging along thinking that when the wind was blowing to our side that we could finally get to CJ's bumper and bump him. We got within 5 seconds of him on several occasions but would get dusted out. We came in to Pit 1 right on him, but far enough away that he could run which was exactly what happened. Once we got to the graded road, we knew CJ was gone and trying to catch him on a road like that wasn't feasible or safe. Plus, it was a 425 mile race so we definitely didn't want to end it doing something dumb in the first 50 miles. Let me tell you guys, it's a night and day difference trying to catch a fast unlimited car than it is to catch a fast 6100. JT was on point. He is the best navigator I have ever had and he knows how to keep a young guy like me under control. He calms me down, he yells at me when I start making dumb decisions (personal preference), and he tells me I'm doing great to keep my confidence going. We came in to Pit 2 not only with CJ in our sights (again), but Robby Gordon as well. We also passed Ray Griffith and Dale Dondel in the pits while they were working on their cars, putting us 8th physical vehicle on the road with 6th and 7th just ahead of me. This is the part that got sketchy... As anybody who has ever raced Parker knows, after Pit 2 is WIDE OPEN!!! I'm talking 110+ roads. With Robby and CJ right in front of us, we would have to back off to make sure we didn't get off the road and hit a rock or bush. But as soon as the dust clears for a brief second, it's hammer down until you get dusted out again. We were almost to the end of the high speed road; JT called out on the radio "Race 91 Mile 63, all good" And then suddenly, we weren't "all good". The dust cleared for a brief second so our Patton Racing Engine was putting stupid power to the ground. I saw 112 mph on the GPS and was trying to figure out how to make the truck go even faster. In the corner of my eye I saw a calf and two cows DIRECTLY NEXT TO THE COURSE. In my head I was thinking, "Oh no, don't do it, don't do it, DON'T DO IT!!! But then, they did it... the calf ran directly onto the course with the mama (or dad for you gender freaks) chasing after it. Before I could even react, we smashing into both of them sending us into a shock and veering the truck to the left. Blood and guts everywhere. I knew it was gonna be a day-ender, but as I was thinking that the truck caught and we started tumbling. As we were crashing, all I was thinking about was when this was gonna stop. We were in the air for a while, and I was praying to god that this wasn't it. I was afraid that JT or I wasn't going to make it. It was scary because I never had thought I had a chance of dying until this moment. It was my first major crash and I didn't know what to do. Do I relax and take it or do I tense up? All of these thoughts were going through my head. I just wanted it to stop. It seemed like we were crashing forever. We finally stoped crashing and my immediate instinct was to get the hell out of the truck, after asking JT if he was ok (which he was). As I was climbing out, I realized were were in the MIDDLE of the course. I started panicking. 6000 lb trucks were coming at us full tilt. I ran as far as I could up the road to try and slow down the cars coming at us. This next part almost put me into tears. The first car to me was my brother, Brett, in the #88 Coors Light Truck. He came in hot but slowed down significantly to see if I was OK. It had to of been hard to see your twin brother wadded up, full yard sale, but I gave him a thumbs up and he gave me one back and he kept going. He put his race on the line to make sure JT and I were alright and that touched me. If I was seriously hurt, there is no doubt in my mind he would have stopped and would have been there for me. It was a special thing for him to do. After Brett went on his way, I knew the dust was going to be a huge issue. The Herbst Helicopter landed (after flying sideways over Brett to warn him) and they immediately helped on flagging cars down. We put a fire extinguisher in the middle of the course and used our red triangles. We pushed the alert on the Racing Trax but had no idea if it was going to work or not. A lot of cars made it safely through, except for the #63 of Johnny Angal. If it weren't for his quick reflexes and superb driving abilities, he would have directly T-Boned (no pun intended) the cab of the 91. He did nail the read of the truck, breaking the right front of his truck, but luckily they weren't harmed. JT and I are extremely fortunate to walk away from this one. God was watching over us and allowed us to escape this accident unharmed. I want to thank Troy Herbst and the whole team for giving me perfect truck to wheel around and I feel horrible that the race went this way. I also want to thank IMPACT Safety, Cobra Seats, and Herbst Smith Fabrication for creating a product that can withstand the force of a 100+ mph crash. I might not be here to tell this story if it weren't for you guys. I also want to thank the Helicopter Pilot Nick Tsunis for flying us to the hospital and Chris Kemper for giving me your phone so I could call my Mom to tell her that I was OK. We will be back at the Mint ready for war again. I'm so blessed to be able to drive Trophy Trucks and a bad day in the desert is still better than any day at school (or work). Thanks to the whole off-road family for making sure we were OK. I love this sport very much and I'm thankful to be alive! PS If anybody wants steak or hamburgers come by the Herbst pit at the Mint!!!