I Discovered The Beauty and Power of The Long and Winding Road

‘Non est ad astra mollis e terris via’

“There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.”

Seneca

I love cars.

I have since I was seven years old and a white BMW M1 passed my family’s Subaru GL wagon on Route 35 like we were stuck in the mud.

It was unlike anything I had ever witnessed before. In that one moment, I was hooked. My blood was swapped for petrol.

Two of my current goals:

-Restore/Rebuild a 67–69 Camaro from the ground up
-Learn how to race

The idea of a tactile project such as restoration and the mindfulness required to race lights me up inside.

I think this speaks to my love of cars perfectly.

Before being arrested by the FBI, going to prison, and losing absolutely everything, I owned a BMW M Roadster.

It was a convertible — Imola red with a red and black leather interior, a naturally aspirated six-cylinder engine pumping out 240 horsepower to the fat rear wheels.

It was the grown-up version of my favorite childhood toy, my go-kart.