Jones thought, and when he thought of it he gave a laugh. "When I was 8, all I ever wanted was a go kart that you raced downhill... I asked for it for my birthday, Christmas, Easter... But my single dad working three jobs to feed me couldn't afford one..." He smiled at the thought. " so he did the next best thing. We built one home made by ourselves. It was a piece of garbage, but I was thrilled, and proud."
"So we went to a steep street. Everyone had new slick well built machines, and here comes me and my dad with... This." He laughed. "My dad was proud at me for not caring, and the first time he pushed me downhill it literally fell apart." He laughed again, loving that memory, and how his dad made the best of jones' childhood with little money.