Whatever do, don't do what I did. Or I should say my team did. Middle of the night I've got my entire lighting system in pieces trying to re-configure it. I've got a few hours to my next lap, so no worries. Teammate comes up to me and says "Get your shit together we need you to go out for the next lap." I'm like "ok, when?" He says "15 minutes."
What the f?
I throw everything together, thinking I'm all set. Its an insane mud race. Its taking me forever to complete my lap. Halfway through my lap, my 2 handlebar lights go out (I don't have a normal headlight on my YZ 250). Crap. I soldier along in the mud, the blood, and the beer (just kidding on the blood and beer) with just my helmet light. A few miles later, my helmet light is done. Major crap. I try to ride in the dark, not working too good.
I get out my little emergency repair flashlight, rig it to my helmet, I can barely see about 5 feet directly in front of me. I carry on. Every time a bike would over take me I was over joyed. I CAN SEE! For two seconds, Lol. I don't know how many times I crashed, smashed into rocks, etc.
Finally got to the last check point right before the very last one that gets you into the pits. They couldn't believe I was out there with no lights. I couldn't tell where the track went, I'm asking them, how do I get to that last check point? They're yelling, THERE! RIGHT THERE! GO RIGHT THERE!
Lol.