When I was a young girl of 5, my father would take me to my first Indy race. It was the early 90s and Indy had not yet split to form the separate entities of Indy and Cart for what I like to call their “awkward teen years.” I would experience the day of a lifetime (VIP access and a ride around the track with Mr. Wally Dallenbach, Sr. as our driver), and come away with a several-year hope to grow up to be a pace car or Indy car driver (if ladies were allowed to do it by the time I was a “grown up”).
Let’s just say, I’ve always had really ambitious goals.
I’m sad to report I did not become a pace car driver in my adult years, but the love of fast cars and racing stuck.
Now, I have spent a lot of my “awkward” adult years trying to figure out things I am incredibly passionate about. People talk about the thing that gets their hearts racing and gets them so revved–so excited about their day and lives.
I realized as I clamored on to friends, family and coworkers this last year about the upcoming race weekends and results, that I came to finally realize how much I truly love racing.
There is a rushed feeling and eagerness that fills you when race weekend approaches. A wave of the green flag brings excitement and anticipation followed by an intense wave of emotion as the checkered flag waves the race to an end.
Or there’s the fluttering of your heart and the rumble of the earth as 500+hp engines roar to life, followed by the welcoming smell of burning rubber as tires rush across the pavement at over 200mph.
And it was there that I found my passion. If there is one thing on this earth I would love to do if I can’t be on the race track, is I want to write about it.
So here I am readers, with a promise that my future racing reads will be far more interesting than this inaugural post. But I wanted to begin with a reminder as to why I am dedicating time each week to ensure I am writing to you and myself about the world of racing.
We all have to start somewhere. Rookies too.
(Edit) I want to dedicate this blog to my father, whose love of cars and racing made it an incredibly huge part of my life and because of that, I am here and where I am today.
And it’s also where the “TRBLGRL” (or Trouble Girl) blog name came from–his nickname for me over the years. It’s quite fitting for a girl who loves cars, racing, and well, going fast in cars when she most likely should not….