In December, I arrived in Italy to witness the world championships for the first time.
I was taken aback by the sheer size of the venues and the vastness of the track.
It was so overwhelming that the last day of the races was even longer than the day before.
The event was so packed that the organisers had to limit the number of bikes allowed onto the track for safety reasons.
I was so excited.
I couldn’t wait to see what was to come.
I had heard it was the first World Cup and I was thrilled to be one of the spectators.
But the feeling quickly dissipated as the teams raced to their final races and we sat and waited for the finish.
The crowds were enormous and I didn’t have a chance to meet anyone until the final race, the last lap.
The moment of truth was just moments away.
As the teams finished in their respective groups, I found myself looking over my shoulder at a familiar sight.
The crowd was cheering as I approached.
I thought, “What?
That’s my first World Series?”
I was blown away by the magnitude of it.
I knew then that it was going to be an amazing experience.
I’ve been watching it on television and I thought to myself: “It’s going to get bigger, it’s going.
And it’s not going to stay that way.”
The next World Series is in France, which is the first to host the tournament in the new decade.
I’ll be in Paris for the second race.
But I’ll miss the feeling of watching the sport grow from the smallest events to the biggest, from the big races to the small ones.
The sport is now bigger than ever, and the fans have become the most important part of the spectacle.
As I looked on, I was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the fans.
They were the reason I’m here and I’m still here, despite having just one World Series, for the next 10 years.