Where Sette Racing Begins
One day, we decided to join a rally through Morocco — just a Golf, a map, and a wild idea. The VW Golf Challenge looked like the perfect excuse to get lost and maybe find something better. We weren’t looking to impress — we were looking for adventure.
We could’ve done it in a fully built, turbocharged beast. One of those Golfs with more gauges than sense. But the easy way doesn’t guarantee the best stories.
So we picked a Golf Mk2. Modest, beautiful, a little rebellious — just like the spirit of the rally itself. Because being fast? That’s up to you.
With the car dressed in Sette Racing Division vinyls and us in The Grand Prix Tee and The Vintage Racing Cap, we crossed the strait into Morocco. Not looking for a race — looking for something better.
After crossing into Tangier, the journey began. Over 2,000 kilometers through Atlas mountains, green deserts, riverbeds, and cinematic towns. No podiums, no champagne. Just dust, breakdowns, and a convoy of people united by one thing — passion. Not for perfection, but for the drive itself.
We didn’t come empty-handed. With support from Db Journey, we packed their bags to the brim with dozens of jackets, which we brought to give to local communities along the route. Because this rally isn’t only about cars — it’s also about giving, connecting, and leaving something behind beyond tire marks.
We wore our Racing Division gear the entire way — not just because it looked good (though it did), but because it felt right. The Grand Prix Tee held up through the heat, the repairs, the long days under the sun. The Vintage Racing Cap? A staple. From the hills of Ifrane to the dunes of Erg Chebbi, it became our helmet of choice.
Some nights we slept in camps, others in hotels that smelled like stories. One morning we got stuck in the sand — the kind of stuck that takes three cars and a lot of laughter to solve. Another evening, we crossed the Anti-Atlas at sunset, the road winding like a rally stage drawn by hand.
This wasn’t about horsepower or lap times. This was about connection. With the land. With the people. With the machine you chose to trust for a week of the unexpected. That’s racing too — the kind without grandstands, where the only fans are the wind and the ones who wave you through a village.
The rally ended in Marrakech, but the story doesn’t. Because the Racing Division is made for moments like this — when your heart races but your car doesn’t have to. When what you wear tells people what you're about before you say a word.
Drop One is just the beginning.
The track? Wherever you decide it starts.
Stay sharp,
Sette Team 🏁
