World Champion, Vice World Champion and everything in between

Our crazy life has been throwing everything at us lately, one minute we’re celebrating, the next we’re holding our breath, and somehow it all just keeps rolling.

I ended my last blog with the news that Chris came home a World Champion. The following week he left chasing another. Heading into the final round in Roden, Netherlands, he was sitting in P3—just four points off the top.

The 2025 World Championship literally came down to the final race. Chris made it through to the final via the Last Chance heat, which meant no pick of the prime gates. Still, he finished P3 on the day and clinched the Vice World Champion title for 2025 with a silver medal.

On paper, it’s an incredible achievement—something to be proud of beyond words. But when he called me on the way to the podium, he sounded gutted. Broken, even. It was so close. Painfully close. The emotions were everywhere—pride, heartbreak, joy, frustration—all swirling at once. Watching him do his thing is always special, but knowing how much he wanted it made that silver feel heavier than gold.

It’s such a mix of emotions. Immense pride. Deep gratitude to his amazing team, sponsors, and fans. And the sacrifices, the lonely weekends, the endless travel, the pressure. I took a minute, sat on our bed away from the kids and shed a few tears. “World Champion and Vice World Champion in seven days.”  Honestly, I couldn’t be prouder. Then it was on to Play-Off SF2 for Glasgow at Ashfield. I wasn’t trackside. I was at home watching from the sofa, full of nerves - But Friday night at Ashfield? I felt every heat like I was standing on the centre green.

Against Edinburgh was always going to be a mountain with a 14-pt deficit from Armadale. No Paco for the Monarchs, but they came swinging. The meeting was tense. The boys were fighting, but the gap was stubborn, especially with some mechanical issues and losing Villads early on. I could see in Chris’s eyes on the livestream— he was focused, fierce, not ready to let go. Then Heat 13 came with a huge 5-1, more hope followed in Heat 14 with a fabulous 4-2, and then it was down to Heat 15 for the decider. Chris and Kyle at the tapes - I could barely watch at this point my stomach was like a washing machine whilst Kerry was messaging me from Ashfield 'I feel sick'.

And then—Heat 15. The decider. The moment. Chris & Kyle with a 5-1 when it mattered most. Ashfield erupted—and so did our living room.

These are the kind of nights that remind me why we live for this sport. Why we ride the highs and lows, it's like a love letter to every fan who’s stood in the rain, shouted through the shale, and believed when belief was hard to find. It's a reminder that speedway isn’t just a sport—it’s a feeling. A heartbeat. A family.

Through to the Grand Final, and even from home, I felt every second.

Chris then left Glasgow and was dropped off at Manchester Airport early hours of the morning (thanks Martin aka Chivsy) where he waited the arrival of Cruz - as they were heading out to Denmark so Cruz could take part in his first ever official kids race meeting.

When I tell you he was excited, I mean he was excited. From the Monday evening prior, we were doing count-downs of 24 hours each day, and how many sleeps! I put Cruz to bed early before the speedway started as our legendary Jon was picking him up at 3 am and driving him to meet Chris at the airport for us. I told Cruz I would get him up at 2.30 am so he had time to wash and get changed, but my little king was too excited and was wide awake at 1am, asking, 'Is it time to go yet?' as he sat on my bed. Just before 2am he shouted at me 'It's after 2am you're going to make me late - I'm getting ready, I don't want to wait any longer' - it was 2.04am and we had plenty of time, but he was like a kid at Christmas. Jon picked him up and i hugged and kissed him goodbye, made myself a cup of tea and got into bed and watched Gilmore Girls whilst tracking Cruz on his air tag until i knew he was at the airport with Chris ready for his adventure.

Chris was buzzing to share the moment with him as well, to be there for every lap and cheer him on, and me… well, my nerves were just shot! I mean he’s done a few demo races on his Revvi last year at Leicester and Edinburgh, but apart from that he's just done lots of demo laps on his own or racing dad due to rules and regs here in the UK, much to his dismay. I couldn't even begin to imagine how Cruz felt — excitement, nerves, the thrill of racing with others — it’s a lot for a small special heart to hold, and I was equal parts terrified and proud.

I was worried if Cruz would be welcomed, and if the other kids would be kind to him - you know a new face to the crowd, from another country who doesn't speak Danish. I’ve said it before, it still hits heavy - but back when the kids were allowed on Revvi's Cruz had a bit of a rough time. Some of the kids and parents were mean to him. Not because of anything he did, but because of who he was. The confidence, the spark, his popularity, but mainly the name on his back. He was a target. You could feel it - the side-eyes, the whispers, especially the green-soaked egos living their dreams through their kids. But he's a Harris - he kept showing up, kept smiling and kept riding, but in this big moment I didn't need to worry one bit. All of the kids made him so welcome, and he made such lovely friends, and the parents were just as awesome.

Honestly, he had the best day - even though he had been awake since 1 am, travelled to Manchester and then on to Copenhagen, followed by a short journey to the track. He was on a borrowed bike for the day, quite different to what he's used to, and it took him a little while to get used to it, but he didn't care - he just had the most awesome day and made some lovely friends and showed he's already way better at gating than this dad. (I still need to get a video together for his socials)

Bomber vs Bomber Jr. – The race that lit up the socials - It started like any other after-school ride. Chris and Cruz out in the field, my Harris boys on two wheels, doing what they love. Usually, it’s a lesson—Chris teaching Cruz the lines, the throttle, the feel. But this time? It was just for fun, but turned into something unforgettable.

They were racing side by side, laughter echoing through the helmets as Cruz was desperate to win and then it happened: Bomber Jr. dive-bombed Bomber. A move straight out of his dad’s playbook, only this time, it was aimed at the teacher. We watched the video back and laughed until we cried. What we didn’t expect was for the rest of the world to laugh with us.

The video went viral. Currently stands at over 500,000 views, along with hundreds of shares, comments and messages pouring in from fans, friends and riders alike... If you haven't seen it yet, it's on Chris's social media pages - you're in for a treat

Then came the Wimborne Whoppa. I was there watching from the side-lines with Amara-Mae and Cruz surrounded by family and friends as Chris lined up for the 500cc solo class. The weather was great and the atmosphere was good. It was the 40th anniversary of the event, and they had a great crowd, it was a really enjoyable day.

I said to Chris before the meeting, “Just take it easy, remember you’ve got Glasgow’s play-offs coming up”  But Chris being Chris… he didn’t just race - he obliterated. Six wins out of six.  Five straight from the gate. One masterclass from the back.

On a day when he was supposed to be “taking it easy” he was just magic. I looked at him afterwards and said, “So much for taking it easy…”   He just grinned.

Of course, it wouldn’t be life without something else going on. Most of you will have seen the news about the JLR cyber attack. So for me work has been very different for the last few weeks, my anxiety has been through the roof, but the come back and resilience of JLR as a company and my colleagues has proved why I love this company so much - the company I longed to work for when I was a teenager, and why I have worked there ever since - 28 years and counting.

Mia-Faye started her very first part-time job—my little premature baby warrior now out in the big, wide world. And if that wasn’t enough, she’s also started her placement in an early years setting two days a week alongside her 3 college days. She’s thriving. I watch her walk out the door and think, how did we get here?

And yet, Speedway doesn’t wait with Glasgow in the Play-Off Final and the BSN Series still to complete. In the middle of it all, we’ve got an 'An Evening with Chris & Kelvin', Kings Lynn end of season awards & drinks, Cruz has a special little Speedway booking coming up, ACU Presentation and Glasgow end of season Dinner & Dance to look forward to before we can officially say goodbye to the 2025 Season. The calendar some days looks impossible—but we always find a way, don’t we?

Amidst the chaos of the semi-final highs and the emotional hangover that follows, we’re right back on the yearly rollercoaster for next season prep. This rollercoaster ride that Chris takes me on every year as part of this crazy journey.

The phone calls, the whispers, the “have you heard?” messages. What club? Who’s staying? Who’s moving? It’s the same dance every October, but this year… it feels heavier.

And trust me, it’s started — Chris’s phone hasn’t stopped ringing - calls, texts, messages flying in from all directions. The rumour mill is in full spin and we’re right in the middle of it.

This year, it hits different - it’s not just about contracts and team sheets. It’s about survival.

British Speedway is heartbreakingly standing at a crossroads. Talk has been swirling for months—one league or two?  Clubs in, Clubs out. Restructures, reshuffles, and more questions than answers. Every rumour feels louder. Every silence feels longer. And for those of us who live and breathe this life - not just ride it - it’s exhausting.

There’s a weight hanging over the sport right now, and whilst we cling to hope that the powers-that-be will steer us through it, we also know that the heart of speedway doesn’t live in a boardroom - it lives in the pits, the terraces, the homes of riders, promoters and fans who bleed shale.

Speedway, family, work, life - it’s a lot. But it’s ours. And even when it’s messy, it’s magic.

Thanks for riding this wave with us, and for every message, every cheer, every quiet moment of support - it means more than you know.

Hopefully by the time I write the next one, British Speedway will have confirmed the 2026 season structure, Chris will have signed some contracts, and I can finally step off this rollercoaster - if only for a short while .....

Photos - Team Harris or as per Watermark