WHY DO I DO WHAT I DO?

every weekend, you can find me at car-meets and shows. you may not know me, and you likely don’t notice me, but i am there. i am walking down rows of beautiful machines, admiring the lines and curves of the fenders, the wheels, and the wings. with visions of carbon fiber and titanium swirling through my head, i step back — sinking into the background — the sounds of the engines, the smell of the exhaust, and the movement of the crowds seem to slow, then pause …

…as the world around me holds its rotation, i see the canopies, display racks, nobori flags, and trailers. i ask myself, “who am i.“

just like that, the ratatatata of a jdm, the rumble of american muscle, and the burble of a tuned euro snaps me back to the here and now.

honestly, i do not know the answer to that. i can tell you this, i am here. surrounded by the people and machines that i love, trying to find a purpose and make sense of loss and destruction. i am trying to remind everyone of what we are here for, each other.

whatever you want to be, however alone you may feel, we are all in this drive together.

we all feel the wind with the windows down.