The plane was full, of Motorbike Championship fans all flying over, so our week of anonymity was definitely over. Sab as always posed for pictures, signed autographs, thanked them for travelling to see the races. Never once getting frustrated at the attention. He said to me “These people are why we race, without them, there is no money, if you like they are true boss of me, it is their money that helps pay for my wages, for without them watching there would be no sponsors, without sponsors there would be no teams” I marvelled at how humble he was.
We landed and headed straight for another hire car and made our way to Assen. As we pulled into the circuit, Sabs motorhome was already there and ready for us, as soon we entered he took me in his arms kissed me and carried me to the bedroom
