My Manifesto: the racecar is the reward.

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The racecar is not my office. The racecar is my reward.

I’d hate to ever be a representative of the posturing “look at how cool I am” type.

Doing this means so much more than that to me.

Every opportunity I’ve had in the sport would have been impossible without persistence, self-belief, sacrifice, and an incredible group of people who have supported me over the years.

 

The Touchette Group is based out of Montreal, they distribute vehicle tires around Canada, and they’re the primary reason I still have this opportunity today.

I’m extremely humbled to be able to chase what I’ve dreamed of as a child.

I’m in a fantastic environment where I get to pass along information I’ve learned from my years in the sport to those who are looking to improve.

I’m happy I’ve not gone “practical”.

I gave up my regular job with the desire to work and learn what it takes to be at the top of the sport, wherever that may be.

 

Motorsports is a cruel mistress that crushes people every year.

Pursuing a career in the sport is not something I take for granted.

It’s also not something that I believe can be done well half-hearted.

I’ve been on the side where I’ve been crushed.

I’ve been, justifiably, not good enough.

I’ve been half-hearted for the sake of practicality.

But my practical side has also taken a beating.

What is the joy there?

What is the sacrifice of time and energy worth?

With that realization, I’ve come full circle and recommitted myself 100% to my lifelong passion.

What else would I rather be doing with my time for the next 20 or 30 years?

What if my best years in sport are at 30+ years of age?

Although I may not have made it into the “big leagues” at a young age (I'm 24), I believe my persistence and experience can be valuable.

 

I feel much more prepared than an 18-year-old flying by the seat of his pants trying to prove to everyone he can win, regardless of equipment or circumstances.

I’ve been in well over my head.

I’ve always raised my own funding to compete.

I’ve been forced to sit out races, take unnecessary risks, or worse – not been able to afford the risks attached to the dream I was chasing.

In dire straits, I’ve had unforeseen incidents that severely impacted my parents’ mortgage, knowing with all their good intentions, their struggles hinged on my passion.

 

I’ve sat myself down at 20 years-old and watched a half-million dollars of effort evaporate because of one reason or another.

I’ve had to sit down and tell people I didn’t do enough or didn’t have enough to keep going.

You work, and work, and work – and then it’s all gone – and you still have nothing.

But, it’s exactly the experience I needed.

It’s helped me grow as a person, and at this point, worth infinitely more than having it ever come easy.

 

 

I love the pressure.

I love the 9300+ people voting me into Race of Champions to compete against the best.

I love the fact that they took the time to give me their approval so I could chase my dream.

I love that I’ve faced opportunities where if I didn’t perform, it could have all been over.

 

At this point, I’m very far from having “made it”.

I’m still at the bottom of a large mountain.

I’m determined, more mature, and better prepared to take on whatever opportunity may present itself, and most importantly, I love the journey.

 

I still dream of competing on the biggest world stage.

I’d love to reach the people beyond our sport, in any walk of life.

I want to bring my hometown of Edmonton to the top of the world stage with me.

I want people to care and pay attention.

I want to make waves. I want to make people proud.

Because doing this is so much more than just our silly sport.

 

 

There’s people in every facet of life who are taking risks, challenging themselves, and not giving in to the way life is supposed to be.

Desiring more.

Working more.

If you’re one of those people, I’m your biggest fan.

 

 

On a macro level, working towards this dream is easy.

I have every opportunity in the world.

I don’t have a life altering disability like my brother, who would love to take on any opportunity I’ve ever had.

I’m not forced to flee my country and be a refugee with the hopes of a better quality of life and a new start, like my dad.

I’ve got it easy.

I won’t stop working.

 

-Stefan Rzadzinski

 

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