Racing is everything. A day at the races is a day well spent. I love to spend a day at the track with friends and family and my racecar. I believe it's the  thrill of the racing and the sound of the fans cheering you on, the motors roaring over one another, and the tires spinning on the hard packed dirt. You wouldn't believe how many rednecks you will find coming out of the woodwork with broken cars and trailers, pulling with their stepsister’s new truck and paying the entry fee with scraping money from old junk around the house.

   You know the fancy car haulers and expensive racecars don't matter if you can't drive the car in the first place, but most people that have these fancy cars and haulers hire drivers to drive for them. It would be nice to drive for someone else, but I get the most thrill out of working on the cars, building motors and doing chassis setup on the car. Yeah fishing and hunting, and all that good stuff is fun, but if it were possible for us to race all year i would definitely choose that over any other thing.

    There are racers coming from all around the United States including; Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, Missouri, Arkansas, North Dakota, Wisconsin, Iowa, Idaho, Colorado, and even California. You can find many of these drivers at the Humboldt Speedway near Humboldt Kansas in late October to run for the crown and to be called the “King of America” for the year and for the rest of their life.

The whole racing scenario is totally different when you're in the car. Your heartbeat increases rapidly while sitting next to the other cars during lineup. When it’s time to roll on the track all those nerves are gone and its hammer down, every once in awhile you will get that feeling in your gut like, “wow that was close” especially when it comes to the outer wall.

       The best incident happened the third race into the season of 2015, coming out of turn four the dust would just boil off the track, and on the twelfth lap the dust really boiled up, coming out of the corner when the dust cleared there were two cars crossed up on the front straightaway. Being an inexperienced driver my natural instinct was to just matt the brakes, but apparently that was the wrong answer as the car slid square into the rear end of one of the halted cars.

    It wasn't the greatest night at the races, as we tore the radiator off the car, bent the fan, and totally ripped the passenger side off of the car. The experiences i've raced through and lived through has made me the guy I am today.