It all started when I was about four years old. I was that kid who couldn’t get enough of dirt bike magazines - cutting out pictures, sticking them to the wall, and dreaming of being one of those riders one day. Weekend trips 4WDing with Dad turned into sneaking a few laps on a little bike, and before long, I was hooked. What started as a hobby quickly turned into an obsession - I went from weekend warrior to full-time racer chasing lap times and gate drops.

From the moment I first turned a throttle, I knew this was it for me. Racing became my world - training mid-week, racing on weekends, constantly chasing that next tenth of a second. But somewhere between the start gates and the finish line, I started feeling like I was losing the reason I began in the first place.

After years of chasing results, I started craving something more. I didn’t want to ride because a schedule told me to - I wanted to ride because I loved it. No checkered flags. No pressure. Just me, the bike, and freedom. That’s when freeriding found me. It became my new race - not against anyone else, but against limits. Against fear. Against me. And honestly, it reignited everything I loved about bikes.

Once I stepped off the track and into the unknown, it completely changed my mindset. I found freedom on the ramps, in the hills, the trails - anywhere I could make my own lines. The racer in me brought control, but the freerider brought creativity. It wasn’t about being perfect anymore. It was about expression - finding flow, trying new lines, building style. Every jump, every whip, every mistake… it all became part of the story. And that’s when I remembered why I fell in love with riding in the first place — because it’s fun.

Now, I ride to show others that you don’t have to fit into a box. You can chase trophies, or you can chase freedom - or better yet, both. It’s about finding your style, your reason to ride, your freedom. Whether you’re a racer, a weekend warrior, or just getting started, I want to show that the best riding doesn’t always happen behind a gate. Sometimes, it happens when you stop following the lines and start drawing your own.