Hunter Smith Racing
I Love Love
March 27, 2017
The word “love” is a word that, the way I was raised, was not to be used unless you really meant it. Yes, I have said it to a couple previous girlfriends because I thought that I did “love” them at the time. Women and relationships have never been a strength of mine. That’s why I am 21, single, and the one who gets asked to TAKE the pictures at family gatherings. When it does come to women, my mom will always say “you’ll find the right one.” Knowing my mom, that translates to “they’ve all been crazy, look somewhere else.” I cannot disagree with her.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about relationships. I’ve never had a successful one and all my exes have moved on to “better men” or ran off to go after their goals. I truly do hope they’re doing great. While all their Facebook and Instagram posts will be littered with how much they “love their new boyfriend”, I know that none of them actually KNOW “love” like I do. Let me explain.
I can sit here and honestly say that my family and the sport of auto racing are the only things I have ever truly loved. Loving someone or something means, to me, you’d do anything to see it thrive, without looking for anything in return. I would do anything to see my family happy and I will do anything to see racing become better than it already is. I love this sport. And it’s the simplest of experiences that I have had that make me love it. A few of my favorites have included signing autographs at Carteret County Speedway with my friend, Jeremy Mayfield, wandering around Charlotte Motor Speedway in the rain with a massive cup of boiled peanuts, and sipping on a cold Sun Drop soda at Carolina Speedway. To me, there’s nothing better than that!
There’s also days where love can drive you borderline insane. I’ve had sleepless nights where I’d be working on racing projects. I’ve had sleepless nights where I am just laying in my bed THINKING about those racing projects. Most days, this sport will knock you square on your glutes. See what I did there? I’m a fitness trainer who tries to avoid cursing, so I said glutes. Anyway, back to the point. This sport is so hard. There is no clear-cut path. Realistically, the deciding factor of where you race comes down to what you can afford. Some days you can afford to race in NASCAR, other days you can barely afford to go race rental go karts with your buddies. I’ve been on both ends of the spectrum. I’ve literally put blood, countless tears, and gallons of sweat into this sport. And look where I am right now. I’m living back with my parents with no ride and work a full-time job that has not a thing to do with racing. Unless Planet Fitness wants to get some exposure in NASCAR, then I’d say it had some common ground. Yeah, I’m talking to you, Chris Rondeau. Give me a call.
Despite the good and the bad times this sport has put me through, I wouldn’t change a single thing that has happened. If I don’t make it is a driver, so be it. I know there’s a plan for me somewhere. I will always be fan of the sport and I will always love the sport without question. Who knows? Someday I may even meet a woman who shares a love for the sport with me. So to that girl, can’t wait to meet you. To my exes, I hope you aren’t too crushed when your current “love” with that guy who bought a truck with daddy’s money fades away, but know that I seriously wish you the best. And to the sport of auto racing and the community, I love you so much and thank you for always being there to remind me what love is supposed to feel like.
“Don’t go to men who are willing to kill themselves driving in a circle looking for normality.”-James Hunt