08/09/2026
It is damn near tomorrow where I am.
I have repeated almost this exact moment more times than most of you have had hot meals.
Some of my closest friends and I, at a racetrack, bullsh*tting long into the night, giving way to me not wanting to acknowledge the inevitable sunrise that is just around the corner.
They have all tapped out, my sappy words escorting them to bed, leaving me to bask in the outcome of the day.
Sometimes that is finishing not last in a race, other times it was simply just playing motorcycles.
Today?
Today we went to a new-to-us track in Utah, with me traveling to the deseret state with a friend from California via Washington. We, along with two other friends live streamed a race club that none of us had worked with before, and if you don't mind a bit of candid honesty, we kinda fu***ng crushed it.
Is there room to improve?
Yeah, but judge not lest ye be judged.
Do we plan to start the improvements tomorrow?
You bet your double stuff oreos, bucko.
But now?
It is me.
Alone.
Keeping watch over those that have made sacrifices to get me...
us...
to where we are.
Now I am alone with the stars, local h covers, and the knowledge that the people that choose to spend time with me are constantly at a caliber that I will likely struggle to achieve if given a dozen lifetimes.
My dad has often said that one of his favorite things about me is who could be doing literally ANYTHING, but there they are, by my side, helping me do the thing.
If we have ever turned a Saturday night into a Sunday morning, know that it didn't go unnoticed.
If you are on that list, you are family. I take none of this for granted and all I can do is hope that the feelings are mutual.
I love you all, even the snoring otterhoff.
