This is me, letting my future wife borrow my car. Because her and only her will be able to drive it, aside from me. My car is an extension of me, and it may not seem like a big deal, but if I ever let you drive my car, that means I care a hell of a lot about you. Enough to let you into my world, my pride and joy. You may see it as a metal box on wheels that moves from place to place. But cars are all I have when everything else is dead and gone. Cars won’t leave me stranded, cars won’t ditch me for the cool kids, cars won’t think I’m weird or turn their back on me. Cars won’t cheat on me or think I’m not good enough. And if I’m able to let you sit behind the steering wheel, let you turn the key (or push the button), let you put it into first gear and actually let you drive away in it, then you mean the world to me. Especially if I’m not in the car with you. If you’re driving my car, you’re driving my heart. So please wear the seat belt and keep the rpm’s high, and don’t forget to enjoy the ride. ;)
This is actually my favorite thing on this website.
I am a bit emotional and incredibly honored at all the support we’ve gotten thus far. Breakti isn’t about me anymore (it never was)… join the movement! Check out this beautifully shot video and join me for class, immersion or a workshop!
and a deep bow to my critics for always keeping me on my toes…