Without a doubt, and quite possibly in an alternate timeline, i am a driver...
Not a lot of people know this but Palm Springs once held an annual street course race. The Palm Springs Vintage Grand Prix. and this is where i got my very first taste of organized racing. I remember walking up and down the pit paddock admiring every car, but the open wheel formula racers always stood out to me. My old man would take me year after year. Sometimes just so i can sit on his shoulders and look over the armco barriers. The smell of the fuel and the sounds from the motors, it all called my name! and then it all ended. The 96 season came and went and signaled the last year of the Grand Prix. The growing city and resident complaints marked the demise of the deserts racing heritage.
I kept it all with me. in my own heart, i was a racer. I had carboard cars that id make out of my dads garage. A red power wheels with a car battery. A peddle driven go cart instead of a razor. Golf carts trailblazing in the deserts. A 93' saturn that I so generously introduced into Javier's fence. That 96' honda and flat spotted tires. Still no idea how they got there haha. and my very own, boosted EJ9...
I had dreams of the old "race on Sunday sell on Monday" and to date I have driven virtually every make and model car that there is out there but still this timeline didn't deal me a Super License, and thats ok. But ironically enough though, I am currently being paid to drive and by definition, that makes me, a professional driver.