Our Story

Racing wasn't just a hobby for me—it was my escape. Growing up in a small, struggling household where my father worked three jobs and my mother battled chronic illness, those Sunday NASCAR races were our only moments of peace together. Dad would somehow find the energy to sit with me, no matter how exhausted he was from night shifts.

When I was 14, my world shattered. Dad was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, given just months to live. During those final, painful weeks in hospice, I promised him I'd pursue our shared dream. "I'll race for both of us, Dad," I whispered as he squeezed my hand one last time. He was gone a week later.

The years that followed were dark. Our family fell into financial ruin from medical bills. College became impossible. While my friends pursued their futures, I worked minimum wage jobs, living in a studio apartment where the only luxury I allowed myself was a second-hand computer and an iRacing subscription—paid monthly because I couldn't afford the annual fee.

Night after night, I'd return from double shifts, exhausted, and practice until 3 AM. My hands often trembled from fatigue, but those hours on the virtual track were the only time I felt close to Dad again. My first full season, I finished dead last in nearly every race. But I kept Dad's photo taped to my monitor and his voice in my heart: "It ain't about being the fastest on day one—it's about who never gives up."

A devastating setback came in 2022 when our apartment building caught fire. I lost everything—my computer, my few possessions, and worst of all, that photo of Dad. For three months, I lived in my car, showering at a gym, and saving every penny. The racing community, hearing my story, rallied together. Strangers donated equipment, and one veteran racer even let me use his spare room until I got back on my feet.

Through tears, sweat, and countless nights of doubt, I clawed my way to competitive racing. When I won my first major event in 2024, I broke down sobbing in my chair. It wasn't just a victory—it was the fulfillment of a promise made to a dying father nearly a decade earlier. Now, through Breakpoint Builds, I want to help others find their breakthrough moment, because I know firsthand that sometimes, racing is more than a competition—it's salvation.