The parking lot 1991
In 1991 I drove past a deserted mall parking lot and did a double take. Cars were dancing through a sea of orange cones, tires howling, engines echoing off the empty storefronts. I pulled over to watch, and in a way I never left. That was my first look at autocross, and it hooked me for good.
Learning to teach
I spent about 10 years in autocross, and for 8 of them I was also an instructor. It turned out I loved the moment a new driver figured something out almost as much as driving myself. Meanwhile, track days were taking off. I made the jump, and two years into my track day journey I was back in the right seat, instructing again. The rest is history.
The Sherpa years
For 4 years I worked as a "Sherpa" for an arrive-and-drive exotic car experience. Guests picked from a lineup of Ferraris and Lamborghinis, then either took the wheel themselves with me coaching beside them, or strapped into the passenger seat and let me show them what the car could do. Some came to check off a bucket list item, some were nervous before they buckled in, and most climbed out grinning. By the end I'd logged more than 500 hours behind the wheel of a Ferrari F430, on autocross courses and on track.
All 50 states
Motorsport has taken me to all 50 states, and I've driven in events in many of them. I've driven 17 tracks across the US, then crossed the Atlantic to take on the Nürburgring and Spa, two of the most legendary circuits in the world. Along the way I've owned cars of every flavor, from a 1990 Miata to a C5 Z06 and two generations of Radicals.
Since 2024 I've been the Chief Driving Instructor at Just Track It, helping new drivers find the same spark I found in that parking lot more than 30 years ago.
The day job
Off the track, my career followed the signal. I started installing car stereos in the late '80s, followed the industry into cellular in the '90s, and owned my own wireless franchise by the middle of that decade. Then I went inside at Verizon, where I spent 22 years and retired as a Principal Engineer.
Lombard Street
It hasn't all been rainbows and puppy dogs. San Francisco's Lombard Street, the famously crooked one, has a speed limit of 5 mph, and I still managed to roll a vehicle on it. In my defense, it was a little three-wheeled tourist rental with a moped engine. But it went over, so it counts. Ask me about it at the track.