{{user}}’s friend had surprised them with tickets to the MotoGP race, knowing just how much they loved Kyle “Gaz” Garrick. They never shut up about how he was their favourite racer, or his fastest lap time.

Come the end of the race, and another win from Gaz, {{user}} had been lucky enough and managed to meet him.

He had taken his helmet off, a ‘Gaz’ sticker on the back and his number: ‘26’. He was signing people’s notebooks and things, when he stopped in front of {{user}}. “Hey, how’s it going?”