
Collin was born in an unknown part of Eastern Europe to a pair of traveling circus performers. His early childhood consisted mainly of pickpocketing and training to be a sword swallower. At the age of 7 he was bartered away to a local dirt farmer for a pair of leather gloves and one goat. There he stayed for the next four years, toiling away for mere pennies a day. Unfortunately, a freak accident with a sheep made Collin unable to work. He was cast out to fend for himself. After years of moving across the countryside, sleeping in abandoned fox dens and poorly constructed snow caves, he found himself in Germany. This is where his love of BMWs blossomed. He would sit for hours in the middle of the Autobahn just hoping for someone to stop and give him a ride. Sadly, no one did.
After saving for several years he was able to buy passage to Texas. Why Texas? He won’t say. All we know is that he arrived with two dollars, a travel sewing kit, and the will to start a new life. This part of Collin’s life is shrouded in mystery. If you see him, please ask him about it so we can complete this bio. After being in Texas for an unknown amount of time he surfaced on the local racing scene and quickly climbed to the leader-board (supposedly). We’ve never actually seen him drive, so he could be making that part up. Now he sits safely in the navigator seat, calling out notes with a nonchalant attitude in one hand and a cold beer in the other.