11/10/2025
“Racing parents are crazy.”
That’s what people love to say
until they see what really happens behind the checkered flag.
They don’t see the 5 a.m. mornings, the late-night wrenching, the endless gas receipts, or the rubber you’ll still be scrubbing off a week later. They don’t see the nerves before the green flag drops, or the tears you hide when your kid spins out but climbs right back in.
It’s not just “quarter midgets.”
It’s discipline.
It’s courage.
It’s a kid learning how to handle adrenaline, disappointment, and pressure, better than most adults do.
They learn how to win with humility, lose with grace, and keep showing up no matter what the day throws at them.
They learn that speed means nothing without control.
And they learn that nothing in life comes easy, not the podium, not the paycheck, not respect.
So yeah, call us “crazy” if you want.
We’ll take it.
Because while some parents spend weekends scrolling or sleeping in,
we’re spending ours teaching grit, gratitude, and guts.
We’re building confidence with every lap.
We’re raising kids who know how to compete, focus, and push through fear.
You see chaos.
We see commitment.
You see exhaust fumes.
We see a future built on fire, drive, and determination.
So sure, maybe we are a little crazy.
But I’d rather be the “crazy race mom or dad” in the pits
than the parent wondering where my kid learned how to fight for something they love.
Because this isn’t just racing.
It’s raising. 🏁
