Someone mentioned, “do you think you could have the perfect season; could you win everything?”
I thought about it in the evenings, quietly, to myself.
What it would mean, and if it was possible.
I kept saying, “it’s not possible, because no one’s done it before.”
It must not be possible.
There’s nothing like racing; there’s nothing like that speed, that sort of demand on your bike and your body.
You’ve got to be consistent.
You’ve got to be there every race, race after race.
Things go wrong, and you’ve got to overcome them.
I think, for a racer, it’s the best feeling to win the World Cup.
I live for racing, I love it!
Fort William was the first time I’d heard about this record number of wins.
You’re so focused on each race, you don’t even think about that whole bigger picture.
So, Rach is chasing the most consecutive World Cup wins ever.
Everyone was talking about, “can you do ten in a row?”
And I was like, “I need to just focus on doing one this day.”
Are my shoelaces tied?
Do I have my gloves on?
Am I getting on the lift in time?
And then, standing on the thing with my hands in the air like a ten.
Everyone’s taking photos and I was like, “this is cool.”
Dan Brown said, “if you win in qualifying and the finals, you’ll have won overall.”
It had been too close in Lenzerheide: 0.7, and at Mont Sainte Anne, I felt like I needed to go out there and smash it.
You know, I just wanted to smash things.
I was angry all weekend, I was angry at everyone.
I put all that into my race running, and I won by 11 or 12 seconds.
It was kind of an eye opener, to know that I can ride aggressively and make it work.
It was pretty cool.
Oh my god, that was mental!
Coming into World Champs, I wanted to win so much.
On one of my practice runs on the morning of race day, my arms gave up.
My body just gave up, and I just crashed into my head and just lay there.
And just watching it back on the dailies, it was just the lamest crash ever.
And I felt like it was a massive crash!
I was just like, “woah, I’m crashing!”
When it came to my race run, it was all or nothing.
No one wants to be second at World Champs; no one cares.
I came out at the start, and that was it.
Just like, “bwhhh.”
You get to the bottom of Val di Sole, and it’s absolutely ruined.
I remember thinking that I’m going too slow.
I’m throwing it away, but I can’t go any faster or else I’ll crash.
I just came into the finish and then I turned around and looked at the board.
I saw my name, and I was just like…
Oh my god, did I think she’d do it?
I thought she could do it.
She kept her head together, and what a run.
Great run!
Not much to do all week, and then on race day, it’s just super sensitive.
Everybody’s walking on eggshells and really high stress.
But, she seems to cope with it really well and just keep her head clear and she does the job.
She does her job again and again.
So, I’m quite impressed actually, even though I’m her dad.
You know, it’s total joy, a sheer sort of disbelief.
And then I realized that that means the perfect season, and I was just like, “whoa,” you know?
And then I found Dad and Brownie and everyone, and they were hugging me so tight I could hardly breathe.
You did it, that was mad!
That was a wild one!
At World Champs, I used every little bit of knowledge from everyone that I could.
I got help from everywhere, and it was a massive team effort.
The weeks in the off-season where you’re just training away, and no one sees that.
It all accumulates in that one title.
The perfect season; it happened to us and it happened to me.
I don’t know if it will happen to me again, but I won’t forget it.