I grew up very close to a quartermile dirt track. Every weekend in the summer I would fall asleep to the sound of the cars it was so comforting to me. At age seven, my older brother strapped me into his 3 hp gocart and watched me speed around the neighborhood, stopping only to crash into fences and mow down hedges. It was then decided by family consenus that I had no future in racing.

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