VISIONS IN INK. PLANS IN PENCIL

When I was 15 I got the itch. The itch? Yeah, the entrepreneur¬†itch. Some of you know what I’m talking about. First, it was a power washing company, then a detailing business, lawn mowing, roof shoveling, and…My parents thought I was nuts. What was this kid up too? Where was he going? I was just hungry. Hungry to start. Hungry to build. Then at the age of

Then at the age of 16, I started racing professional motorcycles. This went on until I was about 19 or 20. Then I hit a wall. Life happened. Reality hit. What was I going to do? It all seemed so much fun up to this point.

Growing up racing professional motorcycles and starting little things to make money Рit all seemed to come pretty easy. It was all about me.

Then I woke up. It wasn’t about me, but about building something together. My vision moved from me to us. Instead of what can I build, it was what can we build?

It wasn’t about me. It was about us. It went much deeper. My vision moved from me to us. Instead of what can I build, it was what can we build?

I started to craft a vision and mission that went far beyond myself.

Then I really got started.

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