[Editor's Note: This is the explanation from John Dodds as to how he came to be a member of Team 64 II.]
Some of you may be wondering how people get sucked into being part of a crew at Badwater. In my case, it was moral compunction (I’m not even sure what that is, but it sounded good here). Since James agreed to be part of my crew in 2005, I felt morally obligated to return the favor. After the race back then, I foolishly gave James a formal looking certificate (nicely laminated) that entitled him to my “services” in connection with any future Badwater race – there was no expiration date on this certificate. Frankly, I didn’t think it was worth the paper it was printed on, that is, until I got a call out of the blue from James this past February saying that he had been accepted into Badwater, gently reminding me that he had a certain laminated certificate, and asking if I would be part of his crew. What could I do? What could I do? Well, I got all choked up and I threw down my gun. And I called him my paw, and he called me his son. And I come away with a different point of view. No, wait, that’s the wrong song. Frankly, I did get all choked up, but I was finally able to get it out, albeit slowly: “yyy --- ee – sss.” Anyway, that’s my story (and I’m stickin’ to it). I can’t speak for the other members of the crew as to why they wanted to be part of this hellish adventure.