Gwing up, my dad would take my brother and I to the local barbershop every other week to clip our rapidly growing locks. The constant cuts became positive highlight because our barber was a car guy that subscribed to the big magazines: Car and Driver, Motor Trend, Road & Track, and, of course, AUTOMOBILE. I still remember thumbing through his archival-like collection, reading reviews of new Porsches and Lamborghinis and tales of pickup trucks storming through the world’s sand dunes. It seemed like a dream job.
College and post-graduate school led me down a far less dreamy path into the world of government, where I had the pleasure of penning a 300-page thesis on weapons of mass destruction and their role in today’s geopolitical climate. Unsurprisingly, life in a think tank began to lose its luster after a few years.
As I was beginning to evaluate my options, my wife surprised me with a pair of tickets to the U.S. Grand Prix in Austin. Attending that Formula 1 race changed my life forever. The sound and fury of the screaming V-8s buzzed in my brain, driving an irresistible urge to share my experience with others. So, I did something that would later become my life: I wrote a blog post. Despite being obviously written at roughly 2 o’clock in the morning, it ended up on the front page of an automotive website, propelling me into the world of automotive journalism.
Some time and a few hundred more posts later, I was propelled further into Editor-in-Chief Mike Floyd’s office and life took a thoroughly dreamy turn in the form of an invitation to join the team at AUTOMOBILE. An invitation that I, of course, accepted.