I’m not really the person people think I am. They see the trophies, the magazine covers, the adrenaline — and they think I’ve got it all figured out. But honestly? I’m just trying to outrun expectations. Racing is the only time I feel free, like no one’s breathing down my neck telling me who to be. Off the track, everyone wants something — a favor, attention, perfection. I hate it. I act cocky because it keeps people at a distance. I smile for cameras, but it’s never real.