★ The origin story
I was eight when I started a "favorite cars" notebook. By twelve, the notebook was full of business plans. By thirteen, I had a spreadsheet of every dealership within a 200-mile radius and a side hobby of negotiating with adults at car shows on behalf of my dad.
Then one of those dealerships kicked me out for "loitering" while I was reading the window sticker on a 911. I went home that day and registered hightorque.com.
The plan was small: an Instagram page where I'd review cars I couldn't drive yet. Then a friend's dad asked if I could find him forged wheels for his Cayman, because the shop in town was quoting him $4K too high. I made a phone call. He saved $3,800. He paid me a finder's fee. I realized I had a business.
Now we're a real thing. We sell exotic cars, we rent them, we wrap them, we tint them, and we source the parts that make them yours. There's a real team — adults who care, an accountant, a lawyer, an insurance carrier, and a garage manager who's seen everything. And there's still me, in middle school, building it. Permission slip on file.