Crawling through the mountainous waves of trash at my mom’s house came revealed a box, near the top, of Quinn things. One of many I’m sure. However, upon opening, There was much art work. Not pictured are my coveralls drenched in sewn on racing patches, a missed opportunity I’m sure. However, these pictures provide photographic evidence of my early obsessions. A small dive into the 4 to 6 year old mind of little Quinn.
A brief snap of the plethora of car drawings that consumed pencils in length. Even back then I had an appreciation for a wide variety of cars and motorsports. For some reason, a Dog. I’m not a dog guy, but I do remember liking the RCA logo.
BMX has always been a passion of mine, even from a young age. People often ask me “When did you start riding bmx?” I usually reply since I was 15, but the real answer is since I was 6, I’ve never been without one since then.
Simpsons is a religion. I was luckily enough to be at the right age that I grew up with the show. I’m impressed with my scissor skills. I moved on to being good with an Angle grinder. REALGOOD.
Cats are dope.
Sega Genesis and I had a very good relationship. Sonic and I are Bros, KNOW YOUR ENEMY. robotneck.
It’s been 29 years, I still sleep with that bear. Ladies be jelly.
Who didn’t? Really.
There we go. See, I knew then, and I still do. Some people are born gay, I was born RACECAR.
Dinky cars are sweet. More bus driving fantasies, maybe I should look into that.
Hype. I’ve always been good at bikes. LETS GO RIDE BIKES.
Just a few scribbles I pulled from the box. Motorcycles, race cars, and service vehicles. I haven’t changed.
I bet this split window is worth a fortune now. FOR SALE $100,000.
4 year old Quinn wanted a Ferarri, and for my Family, a Racing Car. Don’t worry, my taste improves.
If you look closely, you can find Louvers. Louvers are awesome, and I’ll admit, a little bit inspector gadget inspired.
Bet you didn’t know 5 year old Quinn was in a Rock band with his mom and teddy bear, named ‘The Dragster Kids” I can only assume we played Rockabilly. I sang lead. THAT’S A FUCKING KEYBOARD.
My, that was a thrilling tale. Only memory I brought back from space apparently.
By 5 years old I was into Drifting….monster trucks. DEAL
Remember when I said my taste in cars would mature? Weened myself from the childish love for Ferrari, horrible cars really.
I see a blower with rocker pipes (looks to be V8), pickup, carrying my motorcycle.
YO. I got a NES… V6, street racing, chicken scratch.
Still reppin the BMX lifestyle.
More scooped out Toyotas. Sick. Thanks for ruining your eyes with my chilish scribbles.