As Dylan Ferrandis grasped his second straight 250SX West Region #1 plate, he choked back tears and spewed poetic-level words to describe the emotions of the day. “My heart breaks for Austin [Forkner], and yet my own legs break, because after he crashed, I could not push.”
Only you didn’t hear this, because Dylan’s accent makes it difficult to understand him. And because no one really wants to anyway. He’s created a bad equation—he’s French and aggressive—so his reputation is tarnished. American fans don’t automatically hate French riders, but the trouble comes when trouble comes. Step out of line and there will be no mercy, merci.
“When people told me there would be no fans, I said, ‘At least nobody will boo me.’ But still I miss the fans.”