The Spark
It started before my eighth birthday. Dad turned up at the local track with a go-kart – not because there was a grand plan, but because Mum was studying and he wanted something to do with his son. Then my brother started racing too, and that was it: two competitive kids, one stopwatch, no way back.
Those first two seasons were club days and circuit time – nothing flashy, just laps. But I’d already found the thing I was chasing. Every session I wanted to be quicker than the last. The fire was lit early, and it never went out.