If you are Googling "how to make a fortune" you probably had childhood dreams of fulfilling rather high-end and exclusive employment. That's not unlike many other children who clamored to become Astronauts, President, Baseball players, Power Rangers, or Boots the Monkey. A lot of those children played out their dreams in the dirt on the playground. I had always found my self wanting to play in dirt of a different origin. At a very young age I yearned to chase my father and my uncle to the race track. My uncle owned a car that ran on local clay race tracks - my dad would occasionally drive it.
My father would take myself and my brothers to the race track whenever the weather was good and we had the time to make the one-and-a-half-hour trek. Looking back, the car ride must have been the most difficult part for my Dad. He was wrangling three boys strapped with a lot of energy over the excitement of watching the race cars go around the track. Combined with the children's talk of wanting their own car to mix it up with the guys on the track.
The desire to have my own race car never waned. I've deviated a bit from family tradition but have still managed to learn bits and pieces of philosophical bits that old owners and drivers have passed down to me. The one I've always loved is a short dialog:
"How do you make a small fortune racing?"
"How?"
"Start with a large one."
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