When I was six years old, I remember looking under my dad's truck as he pulled into the drive way and seeing the drive shaft spinning. I was fascinated by it. How did that shaft spin with the wheels. Dad always did all the normal up keep on the cars and didn't have to ask me twice for help. My mom had a car that I loved and she was awesome enough to give me the keys every time she came house so I could play with the car. I guess you could say she saw my curious and intelligent nature and encouraged it. Which was fun for me. That car ended up blowing the engine and was given to me when I was 10 years old. Constantly getting in trouble for taking my dad's tools I started taking it apart and learning how everything worked. When I was 13 years old I started working at a classic restoration shop. At 16 the car I had been given at the age of 10 had a new engine. When I was 18 I started at a dealership and by the age of 20 I was building race cars, custom cars including classics, show cars and hotrods. The love I had for cars didn't take long to drift into motorcycles. They were no different. If it had wheels, how can I make it better, faster, louder?