How do whales learn to swim? What tells a slug to ruin your entire bed of kale? Does the mosquito need to read an instruction manual on biting the crap out of your leg? In this vein, how did I become a car guy? I didn’t become one; I’ve always been one.
Like Athena, I sprung fully formed out of the forehead of the god of gearheads, hair the color of black side molding, colicky lest I was rocked to sleep in a car. Before I could properly speak (technically, up to the present day), I would stand on my grandfather’s sofa and stare out the window, naming marques as the car passed.
Now that I’m old enough to hold a camera and type properly, I simply channel my love into capturing glimpses of my nature on film, and putting that music to words.