How Far Would You Go (Part 2)

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When I was very young (I’m told by my parents) that I was obsessed with cars. I was always intrigued with how they worked.

I was 12 when I got my first car. It wasn’t much, but it allowed me to learn the mechanical and electronic functions of the car. Once I understood what each part was and its functions, the first thing that came to my mind is how can I make it better or faster.

It wasn’t until high school that I learned how difficult racing is. No one had a real sense of knowledge in the sport. I remember asking my shop teacher about it, and he had pulled me aside and asked me why I had an interest in racing. I explained to him that it captivated me and I wanted to get involved in it. Not much was said after that.

After that I would talking to classmates about racing and racing events. I found that most, if not all, the classmates that I talked to didn’t race or had any interest in it. I was on my own.

It wasn’t until I was 18 when I attended my first Autocross event. Understanding the cars behaviour and making the changes to improve the performance and efficiency is what drives me. After 4 years of Autocrossing, I had to put racing on hold and concentrate on my business.

After a long absence and closing the business, I got back into it. I started to compete in the SoloSprint Series. This is my second year with a new car, new people, and it’s exciting!

I had a few mechanical set backs with the car but I’m on track to finish the season.

How Far Would You Go?

How far would you go for your dream? Would you be willing to risk everything? That’s the question I ask myself every day.

I was asked to write about my experiences in automotive and racing. I’m tired of complaining about it; I’m ready to help make a difference.

I’m new to The Garage, and like many of you, I wasn’t born into racing. I caught the racing bug at a very young age. My father brought me to my first Auto Cross event when I was seven years old. I still remember that day. There was everything from Camaro’s to Austin Mini’s. The exhaust notes of a race car, and the sound if the occasional pylon getting hit, and the smells of burning tires and brakes are things I’ll never forget.
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