Before I could walk, my parents would take me and my brother all over the USA during the late 60’s – mid 80’s. My earliest memories were of being on the US Interstates and seeing all the “golden era” big rigs on the road - not to mention seeing them parked at the truck stops. Something struck a chord deep in my soul. The trucks were so unique. Each one was different from the next and seemed to take on an identity of power and freedom. Each truck driver I would see was like seeing a super hero – their rig was their super power.I began drawing at a very early age - somewhere around 4. I developed an inclination for pleasing an audience through artistic expression, and drawing diesel trucks was always my first choice, namely because it was all I had on my mind.In my boyhood years, I developed an insatiable appetite for scale model building. My main passion was for big rig kits, as I wanted to be a trucker when I “grew up.” I would work for my Dad - save newspapers and aluminum cans, mow lawns, paint garages – whatever I could in order to finance the big rig model kits I had to have. Each one became an extension of my “over-the-road” desires. Kenworths, Peterbilts, White Freightliners, Internationals, Macks – I had my own fleet and could see myself driving them all over the nation.Trucks may have changed, but I haven’t. The open road is still the same in trucking today as it was when it all began. Merle Haggard summed it up best; white line fever, a sickness born down deep within my soul. I attended college at Lone Star State, i obtained an Applied Science Degree in HVAC and a 3rd Grade Stationary Engineer License as well as many Logistics classes were taken while attending the university. BMF.!!!!!