18. My favorite number not only because it’s my birthday, but also because I saw my dad kick everyone’s butt in it almost every week growing up. I wanted to be just like him and I chose to race it when I started racing. While I wanted to be like him, he wanted me to be better than him. He taught me everything he knows, worked on my cars, spotted for me, and even raced against me 8 times while he drove the 8. He beat me more than I beat him, but he knew the score would be in my favor sooner rather than later. I know he is proud of me. 8.18 is a reflection of him and what he instilled in me. Every race is for him.