It all started when I was 9, my father had bought a snowmobile and I was so intrigued with the machine. He would always take me on his trips and I’d hang on as tight as I could while he ripped through the trails. I begged and begged for my own. 4 years went by and at 13 years old I found myself in my grandfathers barn pulling out a sled that had been sitting there almost 30 years. Needless to say, my father and I got the ole 77 Polaris Tx 250 running and that was the first one, wish I still had it! Had a cat after that and a couple doos . Now, at 26, I find myself riding a Polaris again. I love this sport more than anything, it’s always been a passion of mine and it always will be. I’ll never stop riding and supporting snowmobiling. Very thankful to have the ability to enjoy something I love to do.