The greatest things in life doesn't come in a form of material things. Not in the form of six figures or of how many expensive clothing we own. To me it doesn't.
For me it was the six feet tall bearded man who wore jumpsuits for a living instead of khakis and a polo who taught me to enjoy life they way I wanted it to be enjoyed and not because someone told me to or because an economic status forced me to.
Then again, maybe that's why our family was knee-deep in debt after Dad had been let go from his sponsorship due to his tendency to drown in three feet bottles of jack right before his match.
There was no denying that my dad loved to race. Considering he was a former racer, and an MVP in the game. It was his passion. Not a moment I've seen him talk about racing without that majestic s
