The moment wasn’t planned.

At 14, he hadn’t thought much about cars. Until his cousin pulled up in a Dodge Charger.

The sound came first. Loud, unmistakable, impossible to ignore. Then the look was sleek, aggressive, built for speed. His cousin and uncle both drove Scat Packs, and when they arrived, people noticed.

So did Christian Abro ’27.

“That’s what I love most,” Abro said. “They’re loud, fast and full of energy.”

Before that, cars were just background noise. After that, they became something else entirely.

The turning point came during a ride.

His cousin took the wheel and pushed the car. Things like accelerating hard, cutting through turns, laughing as the engine roared. It wasn’t careful driving. It wasn’t quiet.

For most people, it might have been too much.

For Abro, it was everything.

“The adrenaline,” he said, “that’s what got me.”

From there, the interest grew quickly. Car videos filled his free time. Weekends meant car meets. Engines, models, modifications, he started learning it all, piece by piece.

But one moment stands out.

He got the chance to drive his uncle’s Charger.

At first, there was hesitation. The car carried weight, a power he hadn’t fully experienced on his own. But once he pressed the gas, the hesitation disappeared.

The engine responded instantly.

“It roared,” he said.

For a moment, control slipped. He pushed too fast, nearly spinning out. It startled him. Just enough to remind him what the car could do.

Then he laughed.

That moment didn’t scare him away. It did the opposite.

It taught him something.

Power demands respect.

Now, what started as curiosity has turned into something deeper. A passion built on sound, speed and the feeling of being behind the wheel.

It began with one car.

One ride made it stick.