Three days ago I took the race car out for a spin on some back roads and it made me feel amazing.
Two days ago my mom unearthed my baby photo album I had never seen before and it made me smile and then... left me feeling not so good.
By the time I shifted the car out of 2nd gear I was sliding sideways linking a couple of corners together. I was completely in control of something most never experience.
Before I was three years old I looked to be a perfect piece of my perfect family but before I was four my parents split and all I remember is the fighting. I will probably never know why.
Being a racer has given me what nothing ever could.
But racing has always been more than a pacifier to me. It has been a teacher. I still have so much to learn...
