How it all started

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   My journey is a testament to resilience, hope, and the power of overcoming adversity. It's a story that intertwines a truck, a battle with addiction, and a deep-rooted mission to revitalize our industry. But beyond that, it's a narrative that sheds light on the experiences of children like myself - those whose struggles are often misunderstood. It's about defying the odds, finding love, and extending that love to others, even when it is scarce in their own lives. 

   Long before I thought about trucks or found myself navigating the streets of Buffalo, NY, at the tender age of 12, my story had already begun. It's a tale of compassionate parents who, in their flawed way,  failed to acknowledge their missteps and impact on me. It's also about a young child who, despite enduring undeserved hardships, emerged with a heart full of compassion and a spirit determined to make a positive impact on himself and others. 

   For years, I pondered what led my parents to harbor such hatred toward me. Was it my mother's struggles with deceit, promiscuity, and alcohol, or was it the turmoil within their marriage that fueled the resentment and the need for an escape using their children?

Through it all, I remain steadfast in my commitment to rewriting the narrative. My lifes experiences have shaped me, but they will not define me. I carry a sense of purpose, a drive to bring about positive change, and a profound empathy for those who have walked similar paths. 

                                            My STORY

I understand the deep connection that truck drivers have with their vehicles because back in 1994, I embarked on a journey to design my own truck. It took me over six months to gather all the necessary part numbers, from the engine to the transmission, right up to the twenty-gauge dashboard lights and comfy seats. 

Whether you're a company driver or an owner-operator, if you have the pleasure of building one and then sitting in the driver's seat for the first time, the truck instantly becomes a part of you, and I was filled with excitement and anxiety waiting for the call to pick her up.

The call came, and my wife and I were now in Canada and ready to pick her up. Nothing describes the feeling you get when you're on that factory lot, and they tell you she's coming off the line in a couple of minutes. Then I saw her. WOW, she was beautiful and coming right to me, and the nightmare began.