
Way back in 1998, we got a call from a guy named Dinesh Desai. He was
asking advice on what preparations he should make for a trip he was
planning. Was he going to Disney World? No. Wally World? No. A little
trip to the mountains? Seashore? No and no. This wacko was planning to
walk across Death Valley in the middle of the summer!
Well, since that call, we've had dozens of other calls from people
wondering, "What happened to that guy who wanted to walk across Death
Valley?" "How did Dinesh and his pals do?" And, "Where can I send a
memorial donation?"
You may remember the call with Dinesh Desai. He and his long-suffering friends were looking for car advice.
Specifically, they were intending to leave their cars parked in various
parts of Death Valley. In July. In 130-degree temperatures. While they
went on a little hike--for 12 days and more than 180 miles. Through places
with names like Starvation Canyon, Furnace Creek, Chloride City and Devil's
Golf Course.
Naturally we wrote Dinesh off as soon as we got off the phone with him.
"He'll never make it. He's carrion, for sure." We assumed that the next
we would hear about him would be his obit from the Death Valley
Gazette...which would probably include the phrase "dental records."
Well, a month or two after his trek, a mysterious package arrived here at Car Talk Plaza. That being the era of the Unabomber and other wackos, we had our interns open it. The return address, however, looked vaguely familiar: D. Desai, Death Valley, California.
It was our pal, Dinesh Desai. No, the package did not contain his remains.
The package was from Dinesh himself. He had indeed walked through Death
Valley--in the middle of summer--and, apparently, lived to tell us all
about it.
Much to our surprise, Dinesh did not become an archaeological artifact
during his Death Valley trek. He lived--and without too much brain damage,
apparently.
Here, then, are the unexpurgated, never-before-published chronicles of
Dinesh's walk across Death Valley. For 12 days. In the middle of summer.
(Dinesh, you're a great guy...and a raving moron!)


