Day 4 of the Fitzrovia Dakar rally
The sun, a molten orb bleeding into the horizon behind him, cast elongated shadows across the undulating dunes as Jimmy Phantom squeezed the Porsche 911’s leather-wrapped wheel. Day four of the Fitzrovia Dakar Rally, and already his pristine, desert-dusted machine sported a patina of grit and glory. Marrakech, with its labyrinthine medina and sly-tongued spice merchants, felt like a lifetime ago. Now, only the rhythmic…