Purpose

Cars have always been a major part of my life. My grandfather started a car dealership in 1959, and my father took over the stores in the 80s, so I’ve been around cars, motorsport, and the industry my entire life.

I didn’t always care about or want to be involved with cars or motorsport. Truth be told, I wanted to be a professional baseball player from an early age, but having grown up with a bedroom above my father’s garage, relishing the time spent watching him work on cars and being there to hand him tools, being at the racetrack with him as his crew, I watched and learned the true meaning of dedication and passion.

The person I admired, and still admire the most, had something in his life that invoked true emotion. When I was 10, after having been gifted a basic, around-the-driveway go-kart for Christmas, my father asked if I’d want to race one. He bought a used go-kart that we raced in a parking lot at a local beach. Traffic cones delineated the track, and I’ll never forget, after the first practice session, my father said to me, “Did you have fun? I want you to have fun, so just take it easy, and if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”

This taught me at an early age that racing was meant to be fun, first and foremost. There was no mention of competition or winning, just a father and his son enjoying their time together, sharing a life’s passion.

I made a choice early on that cars and motorsport had earned my time, attention, and devotion. My early aspirations were to become a Formula 1 champion, and although, as I look back, that probably was never realistic, I truly enjoyed the belief that I could be one. But more of that for a different post.

I am now the General Manager at our Volvo dealership, race cars occasionally but hopefully more often soon, am married to the love of my life, and am blessed to have two amazing, beautiful daughters. Cars and racing are still my passions, but my family is my purpose.