I have yet to meet anyone quite so stubborn as myself and animated by this overpowering passion that leaves me no time for thought or anything else. I have, in fact, no interest in life outside racing cars.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've always had a fascination with cars and racing, not that I've ever competed.
I can say I'm a little scared of racing. It brings back memories, of course. But it's nothing I can't handle.
I just always dreamed of racing cars, but I didn't think I could do it as a living.
I enjoy racing because I want to do it. No one's forcing me.
So much of my life is spent just focused on driving race cars.
The thing I love about off-road racing is the pride in how abusive it is.
I've always had an affinity and a passion for cars and that whole car culture.
I'm a racer at heart more than anything else, and that will always be my priority: competing. But ultimately, if you can't drive, you can still have the competitive spirit outside of a car.
I've developed my passion for cars that drive themselves from being stuck in traffic for many, many, many hours of my life. I don't know what it adds up to, but I feel like I've lost a year or two just in traffic. That's big to me. That's a lot of time, a lot of money that I just lose on the road.
I'm good at separating my personal life from racing. When I'm at track, it's race time; when I'm away from it, other than the fact I'm training to be fit for it, there is nothing at home that makes me even want to think about racing. I just want to enjoy my life, and by the time the next race comes around, I'm ready and excited for it.