The Birth of the Dream

There is a story before I was born, everything began with my dad. I’d say I owe most of my success to him for always pushing me. He’s still pushing me today.

I was born in Austin Texas on August 12^th, 1987. The day I was taken home, my dad held me in his race car as he fired up the engine-before I had ever sat in a house. Though I don’t remember it, that day defined my life and started me on a path to dedication to performance racing. There is a picture of that moment, but that’s a story for my mother Gloria to tell.

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