07/16/2026
It's funny how one conversation can change the direction of your life.
Years ago, I showed up to my very first Track Night in America.
Jon was there.
He encouraged me to give SCCA Time Trials a shot. Later, he coached me toward my road racing license. When it came time to sign my novice permit, it was Jon's signature on the paperwork.
At the time, neither of us had any idea where that little piece of paper would eventually lead.
Since then, Jon has become far more than a coach or mentor. He's become a friend.
The thing about Jon is that he has gotten more knowledge about motorsports than most of us will ever know. Professional driver. Crew chief. Full-time SCCA staff member. The kind of person you listen to when he speaks because his experience has already answered the question you're about to ask.
And yet, despite all of that, he still makes time for people learning the sport.
He made time for me.
A few weeks ago, Jon and Meagan made the trip to Pikes Peak, camera in hand, documenting moments I'll treasure for the rest of my life.
Somewhere between my first novice laps and the summit of America's Mountain, I realized something.
The guy who signed my novice permit was standing there watching me take the green flag at Pikes Peak.
That hit me harder than I expected.
We spend so much time chasing the next event that we rarely stop to appreciate how far we've actually come. Having Jon there wasn't just another crew member on the mountain.
It felt like the story had come full circle.
Jon, thank you for believing in a brand-new driver all those years ago. Thank you for every piece of advice, every correction, every signature, every conversation, and every bit of encouragement along the way.
I hope I made that novice permit worth signing.
📸: Guess Work Photography