Kevin’s racing career started at the NASCAR Institute of Technology where he learned about designing and building Stock Cars. After this program he then attended the Mercedes-Benz Elite school in Austin, TX. After becoming a master certified Mercedes-Benz technician he helped open the AMG Performance Center for Silver Star Motors. His next opportunity was working at Elite Motorsports, where he maintained and enhanced high end vehicles. Currently he works for Mercedes-Benz when not running the race team.

Being a car enthusiast, Patrick has worked on some of the most prestigious vehicles in the world. As well, he has owned some of the most rare cars in the United States with no expense spared. With over 12 years of experience in the automotive field he has modified and worked on many vehicles. He now resides at Mercedes-Benz of Massapequa for the past 5-1/2 years. Schooling - Graduated from Universal Technical Institute in 2009.

Hotwheels and Matchbox scaled model cars were always a toy and collectible favorite growing up. Having the bouncy suspension feel to some of them just made playing with them feel more realistic. Once TV video game consoles came out and driving simulator games such as Grand Turismo were available, you could always catch me in front of a tv chasing personal best lap times and fine tuning the suspension and steering angles to corner faster. Took advantage of a great education at Universal technical Institute and began applying that love for cars by starting my continued career with Mercedes Benz. Racing has always been a passion of mine and enjoy learning new limits while having fun.

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really.

"it smells like otto's jacket in here man"