We win together. We lose together.

Family is everything.

That isn’t just hyperbole; I truly believe it is the foundation and essential energy source of a meaningful, purposeful existence.

I grew up in the world of cars and motorsport, one solidly rooted in community and family. Car collectors and hobbyists are localized, yet vast communities sharing a common love and passion. Drivers and racing teams share their pursuit of winning, but know they can only do so as a team.

My time at the racetrack was always with family. My father was gifted a Skip Barber Racing School by my mother for Christmas one year in the 90’s, my mother knowing well that it was the gateway to a different lifestyle, one that cost not only many dollars, but also many hours. My family’s journey into the world of racing began with love and dedication to family, and so motorsport was instilled in me as more than just a sport; it was family.

Every weekend at the racetrack, from when my father was racing his home-built Mini Cooper in SCCA Club Racing, to when I’ve raced at one of the top levels of professional endurance sportscars, has been with family.

As a kid, we’d spend every weekend from March to November at the kart track, or with my father club racing. If my brother and I weren’t racing karts, we were crewing for our father, sleeping at the track in our family RV, supported by our mom. If any one of us won a race, we won together. If we crashed or made a mistake, we lost together. Family first, sport second.

Now, my own family, my wife and two daughters, join me at the track when I compete. When I’ve had success, they’re the most excited fans, and when I’ve had a frustrating session or race, they’re the ones who make me instantly realize what’s really important.

Family.