I was born to an Air Force family in Washington DC, in 1959. But I grew up in the small town of Universal City, Texas, near San Antonio. The most remarkable thing about me as I grew up was that I was most unremarkable. Sure, I was smarter than most other boys my age, but I hid that by pretending to be a below average student. It worked. I also had a small aptitude for drawing, but I managed to shed that by the time I was a teenager.
Unwilling to allow my genius to be discovered I cleverly avoided attending college. I met Pam and we married when I was 21. Pam was a college graduate so I felt comfortable in revealing my true intellect to her. She wasn't surprised, and I suspect I had slipped up somehow and she had caught a glimpse of my brilliance. We were happy and had two daughters, Elizabeth and Catherine. We've been married for 30 years and now live in beautiful Grapevine, Texas.
Before I met Pam I had set out to become a photographer. Not only would this be an ideal outlet for my creative spirit, I also figured it would be a good way for me to meet chicks. I pursued my photographic vocation with vigor and worked as a portrait, wedding, police, sports and commercial photographer for the next three decades.
In 1995, I went to work for Tucker Rocky Distributing as head of photography for their catalogs and magazine ads. Tucker Rocky is a US leader in distributing motorcycle parts and accessories to motorcycle dealers. Working in the motorcycle industry naturally led me to begin riding motorcycles. In 1999, I joined Peckerhead Motorcycle Racing. (Shoot, now you'll have to read the book to find out what that means.)