A Life Fueled by Speed: My Story

Growing up in Fremantle, Western Australia, I was always a "rev-head" at heart. My passion for speed started early. I left South Fremantle High School to begin an apprenticeship as a Mechanical Fitter at ALCOA, becoming a fully qualified tradesman by the age of 19.

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My first hot car was an XU-1 Torana—a serious street machine back in the '70s. I have fond memories of cruising Fremantle on a Friday or Saturday night, just waiting for a drag. But the XU-1 wasn't fast enough. I soon moved on to a 4-door HQ Holden sedan, which I fitted with a 383 Chev engine, later replaced by a powerful 454. That car had so much grunt it would smoke the tires in any gear. I remember how insane it felt on the street when the Dominator carb's rear barrels kicked in.

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I eventually started a family and, for a time, opened my own small spray-painting business. It wasn't for me, though, so I went back to ALCOA as a Maintenance Fitter, where I had been for an additional 15 years.

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On the track, I'm known for a driving style that's full-throttle and fearless, often pushing the car to its limits with long, smoky burnouts and high-speed runs. Off the track, I'm a bit more quiet and unassuming. People often say I'm a paradox—a mild-mannered guy who drives like there's no tomorrow.

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I'm told I have an incredible memory for every run, every meeting, and every problem I've faced. More importantly, I have a deep respect for everyone who has helped me on this incredible journey.

My life has always been about going fast and having plenty of power under the hood, and I'm grateful to everyone who has been a part of my story.