If you would ask me now how I ended up here, I’d tell you I have no clue.

I pulled my 1990 eagle talon out of a barn that had been given to me from a family friend. It was blown up, parts everywhere, and as much barn debris on it as one would expect for sitting since 1994. My goal was to get the car running and make 300 hp.

I was broke and motivated. Looking back, it was probably the best and worst combo at the same time. I was too broke to afford a tuner, but too inexperienced to where I was fixing my tuning mistakes constantly. When I had finally gotten an idea of what I was doing, I had found the passion for it that I do today. 300 hp turned into 450, 600, 800, then the sky was the limit. All the while, I got to help friends get their cars running. It’s the look everyone has on their face after their multiple-year projects had finally come to fruition. That’s where I found out that the skill I had learned could bring the same feeling to others as I had felt the first time I had gotten my car going.