**11 Years in the Making: My First Daytona Win**
After 11 years of racing at Daytona, I finally have my first win in the books, and honestly, I’m still trying to process it all. The emotions from last night are overwhelming in the best way possible. Winning at a place like this isn’t just about driving fast—it’s about everything coming together at the perfect moment. So many moving parts had to align for this to happen, and I’m beyond grateful that they did.
Daytona is special. It’s legendary. It’s the place where champions are made and where dreams either take flight or crash in an instant. I’ve had my fair share of ups and downs here, but through all the near-misses, tough breaks, and lessons learned, I kept coming back, knowing that one day, it would be my moment. Last night, that moment finally arrived.
This win wasn’t just about me—it was about my entire crew. Every single person on this team played a role in making this possible. The strategy, the pit stops, the adjustments—it all had to be flawless. When you’re out there battling at 200 mph, trusting the guys in your ear is everything. They kept me calm, made the right calls, and put me in the best position when it mattered most.
Crossing that finish line first was surreal. I could hear the roar of the crowd, but in my helmet, everything went silent for a second. Just pure adrenaline, disbelief, and joy all at once. And then, celebration. Seeing my team rush toward me, knowing we had done it together—it’s a moment I’ll never forget.
This win means so much, not just because it’s Daytona, but because of the journey to get here. Eleven years of grinding, believing, and never giving up. Last night was proof that persistence pays off.
To everyone who’s been part of this ride—my team, my family, my fans—thank you. This one’s for all of us. And trust me, we’re just getting started.
