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November 2025 11 got hopelessly lost, and houred out) ended my tle hopes. My riding was sloppy, filled with crashes and mistakes from trying too hard. I joked that rather than win the tle, my new ambi on was to leave a broken Sherco headlight shell in every European country. Late in the season, I made a strong re- bound, taking home a pair of wins at the finale in Brioude, France. I moved back into second place, while Spaniard Miria Badia took home top honors. I assumed it would be years before I could come back to EnduroGP again, which broke my heart, because I felt like I'd found my home, found where I belonged and what I was meant to be doing. It was expensive though, and I wasn't collec ng any sort of travel assistance or con ngency payouts. I just didn't see how I could make it happen. Then this past February, Sherco USA finally went under, switched importers, and I was le without a ride. In a stroke of good fortune, Badia had recently announced her re rement, surprising her team, Factory Rieju. They already had a female rider, Rosie Rowe , but they decided they s ll wanted to have two women under the tent and contacted me out of the blue. I would be headed back to EnduroGP. Besides switching brands, I had also switched to two-strokes, knowing they would be be er in the extreme tests. The decision paid off. I was smoother. Cleaner. Not a single headlight was broken off and le in the hills of Europe this season. Though I only had a single win headed into the final round, I was remarkably consistent, never finishing below second place. I entered the EnduroGP of Germany with an eleven-point lead. If I was on the podium both days, I would become the first American to ever win an En- duroGP tle. It was me to finish what I had started, nineteen months earlier. Five Days Earlier If you ask my new friend (redacted) the Nazi, the story started five days before. I almost hesitate to men on (redacted) because this is already a very long ar cle, but boy, this might be one of the strang- est occurrences of my life, and readers of Trail Rider Magazine know that's a bold statement. We didn't realize at first. He was racing the open vet class and offered my friends and I rides to all the special tests, so we didn't have to ride our race bikes out there in the pouring rain. He found us a place