From Adams Motorsports Park to the World Stage: My Early Karting Journey
When most kids my age were glued to the TV for Saturday morning cartoons, I was at Adams Motorsports Park in Riverside, California, before the gates opened at 5:30am learning to drive a kart under the expert guidance of Troy Adams. Those early mornings, when the air was still crisp and the track was just coming alive, became the foundation of my dream—a dream to become a professional racing driver.
For my 7th birthday, I got my first kart. It was old Top Kart (Pop Tart) and the chassis flexed like a wet noodle but it was mine and I loved it and Adams Motorsports Park was my proving ground.
I spent countless hours practicing in every condition imaginable: blistering heat, biting cold, and pouring rain. Some of those mornings I was sharing the track with now IndyCar driver Colton Herta who was in a junior kart at the time while I was putting around in a 50cc kid kart.
My Dad and I would go to the track rain or shine. Out of all the conditions it was in the wet where I felt most at home, mastering car control on slick tires and finding speed where others struggled. Rain is not common in Southern California so the days it did rain we were at the track. Out of all of the drills Troy had me practice and there was a lot, it was braking drills in the wet on slicks to learn how to modulate and control the kart while maintaining momentum through the corner. It is a skill that has served me extremely well throughout my time in karts and into formula cars overseas. Troy’s mentorship during those years was invaluable, teaching me not just the mechanics of karting but the discipline and mindset needed to excel.
Old Blue my first kart
Climbing the Ranks: From Local Cadet to National Champion
My dedication paid off as I moved through the cadet ranks, competing at the local level in organizations like Tri-C Karters and the Los Angeles Karting Championship (LAKC). My weekends were consumed by races, the braap of two stroke engines, the sweet smell of exhaust and real hard racing. Each event and the incredibly talented drivers (and there were a lot at LAKC) I competed with pushed me to be better. If you sucked at racing it was on clear display every race weekend in front of all of your peers and the families who attended. So, you better get your stuff together if you’re going to run upfront. It took more than just running fast laps like some sim racer, it took skill, precision and balls because the intense competition forced you to earn every position. This is where FAFO was clearly defined before it turned into a meme. Out of it came respect. Whether you liked the rival or not there was a clear on track respect if it was earned. This is where I grew up and am thankful to all that pushed me to do better, be better and work harder. No excuses.
LAKC (CalSpeed) was officially my home track and I loved it. It was my second home where I was always excited to see my karting family at 2Wild Karting, Doug Fleming, TruTech, the Crew at Calspeed, and Ryan Perry Motorsport. Speaking of Doug Fleming, he was technically my first sponsor and helped my dad and me with motors and carb tuning. The guy is a genius and has more experience than anyone I know when it came to karting. We had a lot of fun and went through more fuel and tires than I can count…which resulted in a truck load of trophies.
As I improved, I moved onto the national stage with Charlie Swayne at Iron Rock Motorsports, competing coast to coast in the United States Pro Kart Series (USPKS) and Superkarts! USA (SKUSA) events. Charlie was tough, demanded a lot of effort and perfection. He’s smart, a great coach and can really tune a kart. His mentorship helped fine tune my skills to compete at the national level. We had a lot of fun on the road and a ton of success. The clean sweep of the SKUSA weekend in Oklahoma was one I’ll never forget. These higher levels of competition challenged me to refine my craft even further. My hard work culminated in some of my proudest achievements, including winning the IKF Duffy Junior 1 Grand National Championship, the LAKC Cadet Championship and numerous national podiums. Good times!
2015 IKF Grand National Champion Junior 1 with the iconic “Duffy” trophy
Taking on the World: European racing, Stitches, and Grit
In 2014, I got my first taste of international racing, representing Team USA at the Rok Cup in Lonato, Italy. Stepping onto the grid with some of the fastest young drivers in the world was an eye-opener. The level of professionalism, the competition, and sheer intensity was incredible—I was hooked.
By 2018, I was racing for the legendary Ward Racing Team in the WSK Super Master Series (OKJ class). Joakim Ward is a master at extracting every ounce of performance from both the driver and the kart. It was fascinating to experience how they developed excellence. Unless you were within 0.5 seconds of the leader, they left the kart in a standard setting for the conditions, only rewarding you with slight changes once you fixed your driving.
This is where I learned to focus on the minute details of driving—an essential skill, considering the gap from first to fifteenth in qualifying was only 3 to 4 tenths of a second. Plus, the way Europeans qualified was completely different from back home. We would sit in pit lane until the final five minutes of qualifying, then everyone would go out to put in a flyer—basically two hot laps and no mistakes This was a stark contrast to the U.S., where we used the entire qualifying session.
There was no room for mistakes, and the competition was brutal. The karts were insanely fast. And then, in La Conca, I got my first real taste of European adversity.
During Thursday practice, a kart behind me lost its brakes, flew over a curb, and landed on my right hand. A bolt from the undertray pierced straight through the space between my thumb and index finger. I remember my mechanic, Dominic, sprinting to me as blood soaked my glove. He wrapped my hand and rushed me to medical.
The hospital? Let’s just say it was spartan—no fancy equipment, and definitely no numbing medication. I gritted my teeth through 12 stitches, my mom somehow communicating with the Italian doctor in broken Italian. The doctor said, “No racing.”
Yeah, right.
I told my mom, “I’m racing. Period.”
On Friday, I was back at the track. The team rigged up a custom grip on the wheel so I could hold on despite the pain. LaConca is the most brutal, high-grip track in the world, where karts bicycle on two wheels through corners. With my stitched-up hand throbbing, I qualified 47th ugh. By the semi-final, I had fought up to 28th, set to transfer to the final—until I got taken out on the last corner.
Tough break.
The stitches held, and I was off to Sarno for the final round. It rained in the semi-final, and I started deep in the field. I gained 12 positions in the wet and made the Final! Every painful braking drill we practice at Adams had paid off.
Later that same year, I represented Team USA in the FIA Academy Trophy alongside my teammate Jak Crawford and my Ward Racing mechanics Kacper, Dominic and Tomi. We competed in France, Italy, and Belgium, facing off against the top young drivers from around the world in similar karts. I ultimately finished 14th after the final race in Genk, Belgium. Not bad considering every race was an arrive and drive for me due to budget and travel from the US. I’ll do a deeper dive into this experience in another blog, there is just too much to unpack in this one. Each race was a learning experience, and every lap helped me grow as a driver.
2108 FIA Academy Trophy Genk, Belgium OKJ
More Than Just Racing—It’s a Life Built on Grit
My journey has been anything but easy. It has been early mornings, late nights, sacrifices, setbacks, and relentless determination. While other kids my age were at high school dances, football games, and hanging out with friends, I was on the road or on a plane, racing against the best all over the world. No excuses. No shortcuts. Just hard work.
From the back of a pickup truck in Riverside to racing on the world stage, my journey has been fueled by grit, passion, and an unbreakable drive to succeed. This is just the beginning.
When you’re built for racing, you don’t stop until you reach the top.