A writer friend of mine and I travelled out to capture Guy Martin’s Pikes Peak run. It was quite an event trying to get there. A non-stop 30-hour journey. We arrived at 2am, three hours late, and picked up a couple of 250cc bikes and rode through the night. We eventually found the road to Pikes Peak and ended up riding the course in the dark, with no idea where we were going or that there were huge drops to the side of us. The altitude was so high the bikes weren’t working well either. And we arrived just as Guy was putting on his leathers to set off on his practice run. Pikes Peak is a logistical nightmare to shoot. You’ve got to pick one place and you’re there for the day. You sit there and hear the bikes coming, but you can’t see them, and there’s no set order, so I had no idea which one was Guy. So, I had to be ready for every bike that came past. And then just at the right moment, as the sun was coming up, he came past and I got the perfect shot. The next day I got him crossing the finish line in the race. The key shot for me was when he got off his bike and had a quiet moment to himself looking out over the valley below.
