For me, the track is a place of happiness. A place where I exert all of my skills, focus, and bravery.
The track this picture was taken on is a personal favourite because it’s small, tight, and technical. It makes it a more level playing field, where speed and horsepower don’t give you the advantage, skills and balls do.
There aren’t many skills that come naturally to me -- I’m the kid who got a basketball to the face a few too many times during gym class, who consistently got fourths and fifths in track and field, whose only high school sport was ski club -- but driving does. Climbing into a car and going onto the track just clicked with me, and it’s my first endeavor where people pull me aside to say how surprised they are that I drive as aggressively as I do, how they couldn’t believe it when a Matrix showed up in their rearview mirrors, how I’m “badass” because I push my braking zones so far.
If I have this much fun in a 180HP 100 ft/lbs of torque FWD Matrix, I can’t imagine how much fun I’m going to have in the next car.
