When I was about 5 my dad took my to a small car show at Big Daddy Don Garlits' garage in my home town. I got to sit in an old open wheeled GP car from the '60's. I was scared because I knew this was a feirce machine with its open engine, wide tires and bright green paint. But he lifted me up high and lowered me into the seat I noticed all the controls were right there in my reach, aside from the pedals. I was amazed that this machine seemed to be made for someone my size. And that was it. Every time I saw a race car after that I felt it was my size and I could drive it.
"America loves speed. Hot, nasty, bad assed speed." -Elenore Roosevelt
I used to watch chanel 4 wide world of sports on sunday to catch racing. This was before racing was popular. Lol. My mom wasn't into it, and no dad. Pretty much taught myself to love racing!
I loved racing after I played the first Gran Turismo game in 1998 I believe. I still have fond memories of me and my cousin thrashing around the 30th Anniversary Edition Camaro around Trial Mountain!
I don't remember this, but my parents told me this story not long ago.
When I was barely a year old, my parents bought me a safari liveried Power Wheels Jeep. I wasn't tall enough to reach the pedals, so they added wooden blocks so that I could drive the car. First thing I did (according to them) is look around the car, move slightly forward in the seat, then I floored it. I ran straight into a wall and my parents ran over to help me. I was laughing hysterically. It was the beginning of a love affair with cars and soon, racing.
When I was 4 my dad took me to a sports car race at Virginia International Raceway (VIR) and we became friends with a prominent racer at that time who has showed me everything about racing over the years.
When i was small my dad straped me to a roll cage in a mini in my baby chair thing and went racing around the old s bends in town ( birmingham ) if there is ppl old and from there they will no haha