After weeks of sleepless nights and chaos back in the workshop, I finally stood in Abu Dhabi. The bike was there. It looked amazing. Clean, sharp, powerful. The desert sun hit the matte paint like it belonged there. I couldn’t believe it had all made it on time, intact, and real.
I was only 23 years old, but I was already in meetings talking about building a factory in the UAE, and presenting technology that could reshape surveillance and reconnaissance on two wheels. It didn’t feel real. And maybe I wasn’t fully aware of just how big the opportunity actually was.
Someone at one meeting casually mentioned a strange illness in China. It sounded like just another headline. Nobody in the room really reacted. It was background noise. I stayed focused. I had tech to present. Business to build. Dreams to chase.
Part of the plan was to visit Masdar City, still a half-built ghost town back then. Empty streets, unfinished towers, no people. But somehow it still felt alive. Like a blueprint of a future that only the Emirates could imagine and eventually make real. I walked those streets thinking, this is where I want to be. Where future is not just talked about, but actually being built.
I spent days meeting high-profile people, seeing advanced projects, and soaking in every bit of inspiration. The opportunity felt wide open. It felt like everything was growing. I was exactly where I needed to be. I just didn’t know what was coming next.
