In late 2007 I was transitioning from my childhood dream of being a successful supercross racer. After a career ending motorcycle injury, I experienced a few lost years of youthful enthusiasm for all things fast and off road, but had no defined direction with it. I had spent the majority of my childhood and teenage years watching off road racing in my hometown of Pahrump, Nevada. From the time I was old enough to drive, I looked forward to any races within reasonable traveling distance like Parker, Henderson, the Vegas to Reno, and even the Nevada 500. I would go to the races and spend hours looking at the cars. I would get lost in the plate work, the TIG welds, and the shocks. The sheer speed that the vehicles travelled through the desert and over the jumps with amazed me.