Team: Mistakes Were Made arrives as a one-man circus with three unimpressive celebrities and a mini-mini van that resents existing.
Driver: Daryl Daley, semi-retired Canadian, veteran, professionally stubborn.
Vehicle: “Cpl Bloggins – The Mighty Kangoo - Reporting for duty. Unarmed. Unfit. Unqualified.” Smells like old coffee and bad decisions.
Parody Co-pilots: Justin Trudeau, providing 400kg of aerodynamic ego drag; Mark Carney, elbows up, armed with charts and charisma set to airplane mode; Greta Thunberg, the loudest sock puppet in Scandinavia, yelling HOW DARE YOU every time the throttle moves.
Logistics strategy: pray, cable ties, and a laminated apology to border guards.
Nutrition plan: sausage, panic, warm water.
Mechanical plan: break, fix, repeat.
Morale plan: roast the Kangoo until it starts out of spite.
Objective: cross continents while making other teams feel better about their choices.
Contingency plan: none, which is the point.
This is the way.
Team Name: The Dusty Donkey [possible this can be changed later — but it probably won’t make us sound smarter.]
Members: Ommund, Tore & Jørn
Vehicle: A CFMOTO UFORCE 1000 XL – a six-seater farm implement with big dreams.
Route: Norway ? Probably somewhere far worse.
We’re three men old enough to know better, but too stubborn to care.
Our noble steed is not a car, not a truck, not even something you’d take on a paved road — it’s a UTV. Designed for hauling sheep feed across muddy fields, not crossing continents. Perfect.
We plan to drive from Norway to wherever the wheels, the laws of physics, and our questionable decisions allow.
Our goals are simple:
1. Survive long enough to regret this.
2. Keep the UTV moving with duct tape, cable ties, and prayer.
3. Avoid becoming a cautionary tale told by future Mongol Rally teams.
Each of us brings something essential to the team:
• Ommund – the planner. Meticulous, calm, and already dead inside.
• Tore – the wildcard. Thinks maps are “vibes-based.”
• Jørn – the optimist. We keep him for morale, and to test food of unknown origin.
Together we’re Team The Dusty Donkey — a mix of misplaced confidence, mechanical ignorance, and the faint smell of diesel and despair.
If you see us on the road, please honk, wave, or offer help. Preferably all three.The Dusty Donkey – riding into chaos in style
