It is not a usual thing in life to see a female who races with love, passion, and competitiveness. The Saturdays that are not spent at school for extracurricular activities or just to simply study are spent at the race track spinning tires and making the spectators curious.

Being raised in a racing family seems to be the dream to some people of my generation. Little do they know it takes dedication, strength, braveness, and passion. Sitting down in the go-kart and driving may seem as easy as breathing, but that is not the case. Without dedication a racer will never improve, without strength he or she will never continue to race after an accident, without braveness one will never sit down in a go-kart, and without passion a person will not find joy in competing for the checkered flag. These are the things that every racer, female and male, have to have in his or her heart. It is a love driven sport. The love I feel on the track is beyond a measurable account and to know that I am making my father and brother proud only makes my dedication for the sport more aggressive. It has not been long in my ten years of racing that I have been able to race against my brother due to an age gap.

The past couple of years I have had the opportunity to be on the track at the same time as my brother, only to cause the crowd to roar in amazement of how much we are alike on the track. It has been said that our driving techniques are the same and the style in which we sit in the kart is identical. The Saturday nights I spend at the race track are not only for the race, but to have quality time with my father and brother. As we have all grown older, our lives have separated us in distance. At the track, the moments we have to spend apart seem to be nonexistent. Each of our lives is very diverse from each other, but at the race track they come together as one. The arguments we have over the race are out of love; I know that without the arguments, my brother and I would not seem normal. Our father tells us what we do wrong and very seldom what we do right. It is the natural occurrence in which we both know without our father being our coach, we would not be the kind of racer that we are. The both of us have been featured in different commercialized spotlights for the way we race and the wins we have accomplished. It is easy to say that my brother and I are very blessed to be able to live the life of a racer. It has been a dream come true to be in college and still be able to enjoy the racing feeling on Saturday nights.

To me, that is love and happiness!