Jayden Mitchell

My old man built Blue Thunder in 1987. I was negative four years old. He said he knew someday he'd have a kid who'd finish what he started. Dad passed in 2019. Cancer. The bastard kind that doesn't give you time to say goodbye properly. But you know what he DID have time to do? He recorded himself doing one last burnout in Blue Thunder. Left me a USB stick with the video and a note that said: "Your turn, Storm." I didn't race for two years after that. Couldn't even look at the car without crying like a baby. My mum finally dragged me to DriveIt NQ one Sunday. "Just watch," she said. "You don't have to race." But I heard that first engine fire up and something in my chest WOKE UP. Now every time I line up at the tree, I kiss two fingers and touch the dash. That's for you, Dad. And when I hit that throttle and Blue Thunder SCREAMS down the strip? That's not just me racing. That's two generations of Mitchell stubbornness refusing to quit. 12 wins and counting. 47 fans who believe in the dream. And one very proud ghost riding shotgun. Let's go racing.