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November 2025 13 fort… so to clap back, I told her I looked forward to seeing them when they were done… not in a gay way, just in a rubbernecker watching a trainwreck way. She teased me for my "farmers' clothes" (Car- har coat and work boots I was tromping through the mud in), and I horrified her again by sugges ng I was going to wear a tuxedo and American flag e to the awards banquet in Switzerland instead of a dress. I went to the laundromat and shared hot choco- late with Vilde Holt, where we talked about her recent European Enduro championship and all the people we'd ever dated. I had mee ngs with my team manager and the Rieju sales manager regard- ing next season. We talked about going to the MZ museum, and maybe to the bowling alley upstairs, but we never did – too busy. I ate dinners with my EnduroGP family, and wandered around the pits talking to all my friends. We went to the test track and I pulled off a er three laps so dirty you couldn't tell what color my bike was. I prepped every pair of goggles I had in Europe. Finally, the night before the supertest, I crawled out of the near-freezing tem- peratures and into my hammock (long underwear, sleeping bag, reflec ve foil underhang, a second overhang draped over the top, secured with a spare e-down strap – believe it or not I was actually warm), and fell asleep instantly, u erly exhausted. It was hard to believe that I had arrived in Germany, only five days earlier. October 17th 2025 It's cold and well past dark when Rosie and I are flagged off the star ng pla orm and head for the supertest. Si ng 1-2 in the championship, we will race each other head-to-head around the Enduro- Cross course. This was the most impressive supert- est of the season. An old warehouse turned into a sold-out arena, with crowd roaring as each rider flew past. I had a disappoin ng test, sliding off-line in the rock garden 15 seconds in, and having to dismount and push… not ideal in a three-minute race. But as I charged into the next corner, I looked up and saw someone waving an American flag. I knew it wasn't my parents, because we hadn't unpacked ours yet. In the back of my mind, I wondered who on earth it could be, but smiled and gave it a li le more throt- tle. Riding the rest of the supertest like a maniac, I clawed my way up into fi h place, twenty seconds down from Francesca Nocera, the rider who I had