My love for racing was inherited from my father - a gearhead at heart. As a kid during the 60s, he joined the slot car racing craze, using money from a paper route to pay for cars and equipment. Soon after he received a drivers license, he began street racing on the Westside of Colorado Springs. It wasn't long before the law caught up with his gold 67' GTO and revoked his license. He had no choice but to slow down for a year and then shortly after a permanant "slow down" came into his life...me.

At 5 or 6 years old, I remember sitting on his shoulders to see the Top Fuelers and Pro Stocks cross the finish line at Bandimere Speedway in Denver. Glidden, Muldowney, Beck and Tom "The Mongoose" McEwen were my favorites. We usually travelled North of Denver to see the World of Outlaws when a tour stop was made in Colorado - we always arrived early to get good, high finish line seats. I made an easy pick and pulled for Steve Kinser's #11. We made the local races too. I vividly recall the touring Super Modifieds on the 1/4 mile Beacon Hill Speedway near Pueblo (now renamed I-25 speedway) - Davey Hamilton usually stole the show. As a family, we also watched the Indy 500 and Daytona 500 most every year (not much else was televised in Colorado).

Like most kids with a gearhead parent, I dreamt of being a race car driver. However, our family couldn't afford for me to race go-carts or quarter midgets (we did race r/c cars and slot cars).

Time passed on and I eventually abandoned my dream of driving race cars. I was somehow convinced my dream of racing would never happen by the time I was eighteen. Fortunately, I was an above average student and an "automotive engineering" career seemed like the next best thing. So I shoved off to Ann Arbor, Michigan to broaden my horizons and sharpen my noodle.

I got a degree in mechanical engineering but the "automotive engineering" gig never panned out (I never really pursued it). After hitting the books for 2 more years, I landed a corporate job in Chapel Hill, NC. I let loose for the first year - traveled often and enjoyed the freedom of a nice size paycheck.

But wouldn't you know it, I was eventually drawn back to my true passion.

One Saturday, I drove up to Orange County Speedway with 10 resumes in hand. I asked a track employee if any teams were in need of help. He replied, "You should talk with the Hills…they're good folks." I purchased a pit pass, walked across the track into the infield and found Maurice Hill.

Let me paint the picture of our meeting. I grew up out West in Colorado - we speak with barely an accent. Maurice has a pretty heavy Carolina accent. Imagine the two of us attempting a conversation…during a race…in the infield! I barely understood a word he said, but he kept my resume. Maurice called the next week and I started to volunteer with the team. And yes, they still poke fun of me because I brought a resume to the track.

I don't remember specifically, but my logic to abandon a racing dream at eighteen was probably rooted in desire to "make responsible decisions about the future." At the time, most of my influences said "go to college" and "get a good job." Not bad advice, so that is what I did.

In hindsight, my concept of the world was pretty narrow at eighteen. You don't necessarily realize the variety of career opportunities when you're raised in a blue collar family. I thought my career options were limited to the general categories. You know, go to school for engineering and become an engineer. Nobody said, "You could be a motorsports marketing entrepreneur and be involved in racing and race too." However, the reality is, if you have a dream, beat a path and go after it.

Some would say I may get lucky. Others would say I made my own luck. Regardless, the poor reasoning of an eighteen year old didn't matter much in the end, because I was fortunate to get a decent education.

Through 2001, I continued to volunteer with the Hills and gain experience with the race team. As you may have expected, my involvement with the team rekindled my dream to race. Around this time, I started to think of ideas to financially help the race team and get myself in a race car at the same time.

I made that promise to Maurice and Ronald Hill sometime during the 2001 race season.

Spend a little time around any racing organization and eventually you'll understand a common circumstance - it's expensive. Whether as a business or a hobby, if you want to contend you need money. Often the difference between 1st and 10th is more about money than skill.

I planned to make good on my promise by creating a simple website. The site would have photos and up-to-date race results…a place to assemble the "pieces" of our racing story. We would use the extra exposure from the website to bring in more sponsor money. The website could also provide a good promotional foundation to launch my driving career.

Like many of my "small" ideas, I can get carried away. For 4 years, I tinkered with the website and my idea only kept getting bigger. My more-than-full-time corporate career made it twice as tough to make progress. I had already stopped volunteering with the race team and I started to fear I couldn't deliver on my promise.

One day my anxiety and anger came to a peak. The anxiety from not being able to deliver on my word - on top of feeling my website idea could slip through my hands. The anger from feeling under appreciated while I toiled away at a corporate job (It's a great story in itself). It was a nice storm of emotion...and a blessing in disguise. I resigned, effective immediately, the next work day, October 3rd, 2005. I then "shifted gears" to work on Motorstats full-time.

I poured all my passion for the sport of racing into creating Motorstats. It has taken a ton of work but this "small" website has evolved into a business to help all of racing. For my own sake, I'm happy to finally deliver on the promise I made to Maurice and Ronald in 2001.

I hope you enjoy the site and I look forward to seeing you at the track.