A true story about dirt bikes, a police car escape, and rediscovering the path to online wins.
A Wild Friday Night I’ll Never Forget
When I was 16, life was all about dirt bikes, woods, and chasing adventure with my best friend Greg.
We lived across the street from each other and were always up to something—racing through trails, building forts, and tearing it up on makeshift tracks. Our world was simple: school during the week, freedom on the weekends. We didn’t have phones glued to our hands. We had gas in our tanks, mud on our boots, and enough imagination to build entire worlds in the woods behind our neighborhood.
Greg’s family was like mine—working-class, good people. His dad worked long shifts, and my grandmother ran a beauty shop from our house. My grandfather had a small mechanic shop where I used to hang out, watching him fix engines and listening to old country records. Those smells of grease, oil, and fresh coffee from the corner pot? Still stuck in my memory.
We’d ride out through the woods, end up in the middle of town, grab a soda at Harvey’s Store, and listen to the old men talk politics on the bench out front. There was even a sign above the door that read: “Politics Spoken Here”. And it wasn’t just a joke—President Clinton, who grew up in Hope, Arkansas, had his photo framed right there on the wall.
But one Friday night? That was a whole other story.
We got invited to a party at the Triple T—a clearing in the woods where someone had dragged out speakers, built a bonfire, and set up a small stage. The band was playing loud, the stars were bright, and I was standing there holding a Budweiser, chatting with a couple folks I didn’t even know.
And that’s when it happened.
I felt a firm grip on my arm.
County Sheriff
He didn’t say a word. Just walked me up the hill and put me in the back of his cruiser.
Still holding my beer.
The door shut. Clicked locked. I sat there for a few seconds. Looked around. No one was watching.
So I jumped out.
Ran down the road, heart pounding, and found Greg parked near the tree line. He was busy making out with his girlfriend. I told him, “Man, the cops are at the party! They put me in the backseat. I bailed.”
The craziest part? The lead singer of the band saw the whole thing. As I disappeared down the hill, he broke into “Jailhouse Rock” by Elvis. Like it was part of the setlist.
My friends never let me forget that. For months, every time they saw me, they’d start singing the chorus. “Warden threw a party in the county jail…”
It was wild. But it taught me something.
The Moment Everything Changed
That same year—2012—I also came across John Thornhill for the first time.
It wasn’t anything flashy. Just a guy online, speaking sense. He wasn’t pretending to be a millionaire on a yacht. He was real. Talked like he’d been through it. Knew what worked. And didn’t dress it up with a bow.
I remember thinking, “This is it. This is the path.”
But life had other plans.
I got distracted. Took a detour. Tried other things. And before I knew it, years had passed.
That gut feeling? Buried under job stress, responsibilities, and “maybe later.”
The Comeback I Didn’t See Coming
Now I’m retired. And with that came space—not just in my schedule, but in my mind.
I reconnected with John Thornhill. Same guy. Same solid approach. But this time? I followed through.
And now, I’m making money every single day.
Quiet wins. Nothing loud or flashy. Just consistent daily results.
I do have a couple YouTube channels I made using InVideo AI to make faceless videos.
What I do have is a proven process and a mentor who’s been there.
The difference is night and day. I’m not chasing anymore. I’m not guessing. I’m just doing what works.
My One Piece of Advice for Anyone Struggling
If you’re reading this and wondering who to follow, what to trust, or how to finally make your breakthrough, here’s my advice:
Stick with the old pioneers of internet marketing.
Not the flashy, loud ones trying to go viral. Not the latest “up-and-comer” with a ring light and zero experience.
Follow the ones who’ve already walked the road. Who’ve built what you’re trying to build. The ones who made their name before all the filters.
Copy what they did. Listen to what they tell you.
It’s not always easy. But it’s always worth it.
You just have to turn back toward it.
From the woods to the web, it all came full circle
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