There are a lot of reasons to work on your car or go to the track, and most of them have to do with trying to get your next fix. The addiction is strong within both an enthusiast and a racer. And it doesn’t matter where or what you drive, nor does it matter if your project is still on cinderblocks – every one of us has oil and grease running through our veins. We would much rather spend our hard-earned dollars on a part or a wheel for our beloved, even if it means going without necessities like light or food. Living and breathing this lifestyle is our only means of survival. Track rats and car enthusiasts are our people. This is our circus and those most definitely are our monkeys.
And we wouldn’t trade a day of it for anything.
Naturally, we love a good fix just as much as the next adrenaline junkie. But it’s more than that – we’re lucky enough to call this addiction our career. We still struggle with that ever-present question: how long can I go without food if it means I can buy this car part? But we, like every other junkie, have found a way to scratch that itch. For us, it’s called research and development.
Research and development is an interesting beast, but one we all love. It allows us to get our hands dirty, to dive into the one thing never stops calling our name and swim around in it. We bury ourselves in it so that we may find the next fix. Our fixes take many different forms. One form of a fix is a typical race weekend, where we run cars (either our own, or someone else’s) with our product on it. Maybe we have a tried and true regulator on one car and a pump we’re in the middle of developing on another car. While we’re racing, we get the chance to talk to other racers about what they’re using and the problems they’re having. Which lead us to another fix: solving the problems we see out in the field. It doesn’t matter who you are – problems are an annoyance, at best. At worst, they’re devastating. And we hate seeing one of our own devastated because their livelihood, everything they’ve every known, let them down. We’re all family, binded together by this stupid crazy thing most people would call a “hobby.” But we know better. It’s not a hobby – it’s the thing that keeps us alive.