I know in a lot of my posts I mention my friends. More importantly, the ones I consider family. I don’t post a lot about cars, I love cars and the scene as a whole but it’s not what this blog is about. It’s about my life; cars just happen to be a small part of that. A forty five minute phone call kind of triggered this long winded post that probably most of you won’t care enough about to read, you’ll glance at the pictures and move on. I have absolutely no problem with that. For those who read this hopefully it gives a look in to how I feel. I truly wouldn’t be where I am today with out my family, yes my Mother and Father, siblings and some others whom have helped me along the way; but it’s the family members I have only known for 3 short years that have also helped shape my current stance in life. A simple bout of boredom while I was a freshman at Kutztown University lead me to an Applebees on a Wednesday night three years ago. Little did I know this is where I would meet some of the greatest people I know. Puling in to the parking lot of this “Wednesday night meet” I honestly was expecting hundreds of cars and music. Something out of Fast and the Furious, yes but hey, we all have that thought in the back of our heads.
I pulled in and parked about 100 feet from a small group of people standing around some unassuming cars. This is where “the filter” comes in to play ( I’ll have a separate post about that another day haha). “We don’t bite, you can park closer” were the words that had been shouted towards me, so like any new sheep to the heard I moved my car and introduced myself. From the door, the outgoing, honest and upfront humor that was displayed on this evening I knew I had stumbled upon a group of people I could get a long with. Not the kids drinking and causing a ruckus a half hour away on campus, but the adult, twenty something year old individuals I was standing with in that parking lot. I grew up hanging out with older siblings and family members, I was never much for people my own age, something I’m told countless times. With each passing Wednesday i grew more comfortable with this group of people. Fast forward three,almost four years and the same group of people I met on that night, I call family today, whether they know it or not they have all helped me or guided me in a way that most wouldn’t think. From life choices, family stresses and car problems, they’re there for me no matter what. It’s a special group of people, brought together by a common interest but extends much further than four wheels. I’m twenty one years old, working a full time job at 60 hours a week, working on finishing school and building a car. I wouldn’t have gotten this far with out these people; I simply love my life.