Cannonball Run, Smokey and the Bandit and Bullitt. For me, three of the greatest pieces of cinema ever made. I remember watching the opening scene from Cannonball Run where the black Lamborghini Countach was chased by the Pontiac Trans Am State Trooper through the desert. Its V12 engine was singing, the theme music was blasting in the background and all the while I sat there completely enamored. I was nine years old, and from that day forward I remember thinking, that’s what I wanted to do for the rest of my life – I wanted to drive. As time progressed other movies like To Live and Die in L.A., the French Connection and Ronan came into my life and pushed me further still towards the automotive lifestyle.
For some reason cars resonated with me, and since I wasn’t big into sports, they helped fill a massive void. There is however one inherent problem with being a car enthusiast and then watching movies about cars – you see we scrutinize these flicks to no end. Exhaust notes, stunts, body details… these are things that we look for to see if the movie people got them right. It used to be so bad that I would actually sit there with a pad and pencil and write down the numerous faults I would set. It was a sickness really and one that I needed help with.
Almost 30 years have past since the Cannonball Run hit theaters and since that time I’ve run across the continental United States six times at speed. I’ve suffered break downs, tickets (just a few) and in the process made some of the best friends one could ever think of having. My love of cars started with movies and obviously continues to this day as I’ve managed to turn it into a career. Sometimes it can be trying, but make no mistake, I play with cars for a living, and quite honestly, it’s the best job that anyone could ever have.