Where It All Began

Cars are't just things; they're a passion. Where it all began.

My love for cars started small — literally. As a child, I was obsessed with Mini 4WDs. Tamiya kits, tiny motors, plastic tracks: those afternoons spent tuning, racing, and tweaking planted something deeper than a hobby. It was a fascination with speed, mechanics, and the joy of creating something that moved because of you. I wasn’t just playing — I was learning how machines respond to care, to precision, to obsession. That childish thrill matured, but never left. Even today, the sound of an engine or the curve of a fender can bring back that same spark.

It was never just about winning a race. It was about watching something come alive. That’s where the passion began — in the mix of play, curiosity, and dreams.

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Form Meets Speed

As I grew older, Formula 1 became a natural evolution of that early passion. It’s not just racing — it’s performance at the edge of possibility, where every detail matters. The drivers, the machines, the strategy: it all felt like watching a symphony at 300 km/h. But even beyond the track, I fell in love with another side of automotive beauty — design.

A Pagani isn’t just built — it’s sculpted. Some cars aren’t just engineered; they’re composed like music or painted like art. They blend form, speed, and soul. For me, that’s the core of this passion: movement, emotion, and the pursuit of perfection.