Today started like so many great adventures do—with gear being packed, checklists being double-checked, and that quiet buzz of anticipation in the air. I loaded up the RV and picked my boys up from school. Together we drove three hours east, winding our way out to Oregon Raceway Park for a weekend I’ve been looking forward to for months. It’s not just a race. It’s a memory in the making.
This weekend, I’ll be sharing a car and splitting seat time with three of my closest friends—men I trust, admire, and laugh with more than just about anyone. We’re running a total of 15 hours of wheel-to-wheel racing in a rented BMW E46 M3 from AR Motorsports. She’s not just a car—she’s a purpose-built machine, all business, ready for the track. She’s our vessel for speed, adrenaline, and shared experience.
And this is our first real go at it together—our first time driving competitively as a team in this format. It's a big step, not just in racing, but in living out a dream we’ve all quietly carried for years.
I’m excited about three things this weekend, and each of them means something different to me—something personal, something permanent.
First, I get real in-race experience. This is the type of track time you can’t simulate or substitute. You can read about it, watch it on YouTube, run virtual laps—but nothing compares to the real thing: full-speed, side-by-side, heart-thumping battle on the tarmac. Every lap is a lesson. Every pass is a test. Every second counts. And for where I’m at in my racing journey, these are the reps I need. This is the proving ground.
Second, I get to bring my boys along. That might be the most special part. They get to see their dad doing something hard, something new, something exhilarating. I want them to feel what it’s like to chase joy with intention—to see that growth doesn’t end in adulthood, and that passion, purpose, and the pursuit of new challenges are lifelong companions. I want them to know that trying something bold is always worth it, even if it’s messy or uncertain. That fear and excitement often live right next to each other—and you should always knock on that door.
But more than anything else, I’m here for the camaraderie.
There’s something beautiful—almost sacred—about a shared mission between friends. Four men, one machine, one goal. We’re not here to be heroes. We’re here to do something together. To push ourselves and each other. To high-five after a clean pass, to shake our heads at a blown shift, to stay up too late wrenching or laughing or both. We’ll swap stories between stints. We’ll cheer each other on. We’ll remind each other why we showed up.
This is the kind of connection that feels ancient. Primal, even. It’s the same feeling I had playing high school sports, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in the Marine Corps, gasping for air during a CrossFit WOD, or building a business alongside teammates who gave it everything. It’s that rare sense of alignment—when everyone is marching in the same direction with equal heart and hunger.
These shared experiences? They matter more than we realize. They remind us we’re not meant to do life alone. That meaning is often found not in the destination, but in the people you go there with.
This weekend, I get to be right where I belong. Behind the wheel. In the paddock. Around a campfire. On a team.
So if you needed a sign—this is it. Make a plan. Rally your crew. Rent the RV. Book the campsite. Join the league. Take the trip. Find the thing that lights you up and brings you closer to the people you love.
Because life isn’t just meant to be lived—it’s meant to be shared. And this weekend, I’m sharing mine with the best kind of people, doing the best kind of thing.
Going fast. Laughing hard. Loving deeply. And living wide open.
If today’s episode stirred something in you—if it made you think about who you’re doing life with, or what you’ve been putting off that might bring you back to life—consider sharing it with someone in your crew.
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Until next time—go find your people. Go chase the hard thing. And remember: the best stories are the ones we write together.
You’re right where you belong.
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