04/05/2026
There’s something different about the era in your life where a car can be so real and such a passion project. Not just the machine—but the version of you that existed when it mattered most.
This 2001 NB Miata has been through more than most people will ever understand. Half a dozen serious builds. Countless late nights. Wins, failures, lessons, product development… all stacked into one chassis.
Back then, I had a different kind of energy. If I blew it up on a Friday, it was just part of the plan—I’d have another motor in, calibrated, and be back out roll racing on Woodward avenue by the next Friday like nothing happened. No hesitation. No excuses.
This car was there at the beginning of Fab9. A lot of the credibility we built early on came from this platform. It proved what we could do. But it also marked the point where things started to stretch thin—wearing every hat, taking on everything, pushing harder than was sustainable.
And then… it just stopped.
A relatively simple differential failure while roll racing a boosted C6 Z06. We pushed it back into the shop and I didn’t touch it again for over 10 years.
Life moved. Business grew. Priorities shifted.
But some things never really leave you.
Now the chassis is fully restored. Sitting there, quiet—but ready. Just waiting on me to put the power plant back together.
I’m hoping this is the spark to bring it back to life. Not just the car—but a piece of what it meant.
Let’s see if we can finish what we started.
