A small town in vermont is the only place I have ever known. Naturally, as a young girl with a limited amount of things to do, I was the shadow to many people's footsteps, including my fathers. I learned to enjoy the quality time I spent with him working out in our garage on anything that had wheels! More often than not, by the end of my garage adventure, I was covered in grease, with dirty clothes no mother or detergent could love. But most of all, I enjoyed every minute of it. My knowledge accumulated over time and I began to be more involved. Instead of annoying my dad when I was out there, I was able to help him get work done!
Nine years ago and counting would make me eleven. I recall my dad asking my sister & I if we would like to go to Canada to watch one of his friends 'race.' Neither of us knew much about it or who would be there, but we were easily swayed into another adventure. It was definitely a day to remember. Not only did my family & I enjoy ourselves watching live drag racing, but we witnessed first hand, what it was like to be part of a racing team. The hard work, dedication, and joint effort they exhibited as a family was aspiring. And after many weekends of spectating my dad decided he too, needed a drag car!
His first investment was a 1983 Chevrolet Camaro. I believe we raced that for two years before moving into a faster and more equipped race car. But from the beginning it has been a family effort. Each weekend we traveled with the Bosley's (the aspiring racing family) into Canada for a race. The two families group effort is what made for a smooth transition for our new hobby. At the time their son, Justin, raced a 1974 Pontiac GTO! When possible, he and my father made their pass against one another. Each member in our family also had a role. Mine, was anything I was allowed to do, I did! From the get go I loved drag racing! To be able to burn your tires, go fast, and not get in trouble is something no one can complain about! :p I video-taped, checked tire pressure, fueled the car, un/loaded the car, etc, etc. Absolutely anything! My goal was to work hard enough so that someday, I too, could drive a race car!
Like everything else in life, hard work pays off! As I got older, I became very comfortable with the car and continued to work hard, earning my role. And as I got comfortable with the car, now a 1970 Chevrolet Camaro RS, my dad also eased up about me racing it. After endless ragging, from me, my family & friends, and other fellow racers, he gave in and let me have the driver's seat, for good! :) Spring of 2009 makes for my fourth season in the seat! My passion for racing has yet to ease. I look forward to each and every weekend I am able to do what I love, race, with the people I love, my family!
-Joleen
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