There are some pretty serious consequences I must consider now that the decision has been made to go racing. Like most men, it’s only in one’s 40’s and 50’s where auto racing suddenly becomes an affordable prospect. These years are normally reserved for a quieter life, a family life, but for some like me, the calling is too severe. Many don’t know where to begin and satiate with an indulgence of Jalopnik videos and Go-Pro pornography from races captained by other drivers. It is my hope to inspire those that encounter the itch, to come and test oneself against the others.
Regrettably, at this age, one can no longer blink at the consequences. Recently at the Olympus Rally in Ocean Shores, Washington a rally driver was killed during one of the stages.
It was a bizarre tragedy that happened on a sunny day that didn’t feel like a day where someone would lose their life. I was there with another driver, Wyatt Knox, and he was one of the cars that arrived at the crash site crash right after it happened. Everyone was shaken up and in the bar later that night you could see in everyone how they replayed the events of the day but with themselves in the unfortunate staring role. For everyone at that event, auto racing had been redefined forever.
With the development of safety features and an endless stream of Pastrana’s and Block’s emerging unscathed from incredible crashes, we have forgotten the true consequences. I must now look beyond myself to all the other people in my life that my racing will effect. For some, with children, this must be the point where many must turn back.
At this time in my life, when i have most all the things i want, when i have an amazing, beautiful woman, a loyal dog, and a comfortable home, all so precious, I have to ask myself is it worth it if it all goes wrong?
Grievously I have to say ‘yes’. This is in my heart and bones and I have always believed that most of life’s great lessons must be learnt in harm's way.