life is an art, make it your masterpiece . . From a young age, I knew I wasn’t cut out for your typical 9-5 job. I had always been more creative; whether that be drawing, cooking, decorating, and even photography. Growing up around racing, Dale had always been an icon and a topic of the household. Saturdays at the racetrack were no joke. Long nights covered in fumes and grease where sometimes we wouldn’t get back home until 2am. It was a way for my father and brother to bond yet somehow I was thrown into the mix. Much like my younger self, my love for racing grew. It became something I looked forward to. Although I wasn’t up to speed on all the racing lingo thrown back and forth, I had always been infatuated with the bond between my father and brother whilst they worked. Looking around the garage, I vividly remember every aspect, smell, and memory we shared there. The stack of tires in the back right corner, The line of helmets to the left, and a poster. A poster of a man just above ...