Anyone who knows me knows I am all about cars but actually living a car lovers’ life and thinking about all thing’s cars are way different. I have gently dabbled in the affairs of cars for the 37 (almost!) rotations of earth. I’ve enjoyed working on them, drawing them, and driving them. I’m adept at it but by no means an expert. See – I can spectate, I can criticize, and I can feel the fear of letting that passion out me. As I hit my late thirties my brain and heart seem to want to be on the same side. They’ve battled, each one has won as I have cleaned up the messy life between two worlds.

I’m done spectating and done dipping my toes in the pool of automotive excess. The passion has chased me my entire path. Like an old friend you run into randomly year after year I cross intersections regularly picking choices and then holding back not diving in too deep. As I get outta the pool this last time I had a long hard look at the water and realized I wasn’t done swimming not even close.

So, this time I’m in it, and that means learning to swim in the deep end. I’ll own my mistakes and be proud of holding my breathe when I get tired. I’ll learn and my determination will give me the skills from the problems I will overcome while not touching the bottom. Blog, YouTube, Instagram I don’t care; what I care about is that awesome perfect drive at 4am having a blast filming. Meeting other groups of enthusiasts and learning everyone’s story. I know mine, and frankly I am ready to adventure and learn what’s out there. Watch out I’m diving in headfirst. Car shows, track time, and carving a path with all my friends and family through it laughing, crying, and making memories.