It’s been a while since I’ve had to experience the whole “first day of school” jitterz when you’re a kid, but I remember the feeling all to well. You’re checking your backpack to make sure you got all your things, make sure you have enough #2 pencils so you don’t have to ask anyone for any, you got that 64 pack of crayons with the sharpener so all the kids can stare at you and obviously talk bad about you behind your back. And after you go through your checklist multiple times (maybe only I did this, whatever), you get in bed…and you can’t sleep. I don’t sleep much these days anyways but the night before this show, I was definitely feeling the exact same way I was when I was a kid getting ready for the first day of school.

It was really hot and I forgot my sunblock. You would think after going to enough of these events and living my whole life in Texas you’d think I would know, “Hey, wear sunblock anytime you’re gonna be outside for an extended period of time”, right? Not this guy. To be fair I hadn’t shot an event since December out in San Antonio, so I’m gonna go with that as my excuse. As per usual I tagged along with the guys from here in the RGV, ZeroGrip, we had two cars in tow and were ready for a long day out in Corpus Christi (thankfully a little closer, still not home though).

I cant remember the last time I was at the Edinburg 1/4 Mile track to grab a few photos for anything but I’m pretty sure its been a few years. I forget how hooked I get with all things car/motorsports related, whether it be Drifting, Drag Racing, HPDE’s, basically if there is a car on a track of sorts – I’m in. Now I know this year I’ve been slacking…hard, like really hard – and that’s on me for sure. I don’t know what it was but it just seemed I was sort of nearing the point where I thought all this was pointless, I could just post a few photos here and there on Instagram (which we have now, go follow us hah!), or on Facebook and it would pretty much be the same thing- right? There might be a voice in the back of your head whispering, or in my case shouting, that what you’re doing isn’t important, doesn’t matter, isn’t anything special; and its hard to try and sit there and argue with yourself sometimes cause that’s what “crazy” people do. But there I sat, in my room, arguing with myself on whether or not I can still keep this up, and for how much longer- when a friend messaged me, “Hey let me know for sure about Friday so I can leave your name at the gate and you can get in to shoot”