You don’t know anyone there.
You start to feel desperate.
You need to speak to someone right now about how
You had just beaten the world’s best riders in a race.
Your 500 metre victory wheelie is still fresh in the mind.
You look around one more time.
You notice in the corner a gang of leather clad dudes.
One of them raises his left hand and waves you over.
You smile.
You know you have found some fellow 1290 riders.
