Bio

My parents Started taking me to races at a ripe age of 6 months. With being around the races for most of my life, it was only a matter of time before I got involved. At 17 years old, after many years of and dreaming, I finally saved up enough to buy my first race car. It was a 1979 Olds with a 455 motor in it, all ready to go for enduro races. I had a lot of fun, but felt it was time to move up in 2005. I went to the local racers swap meet looking for a b-mod, but found a good deal on sprint chassis instead.

For the next year I worked hard and saved money and was on the track in the spring of 2006. During my second night on the track with my sprinter I made a rookie mistake and destroyed my car. After healing up and rebuilding, I was back on the track in August.

In 2007 I competed in my first full season. After racing hard and learning a lot, I came out at the end of the season on top!

In 2008 I received the Max Henery Sportsman of the Year Award, and got third in points.

A lot of people ask me, “How did you get your nickname?” Well here is the answer. Before my first race in an enduro car, my Dad and I went out for breakfast at the local Hy-Vee, and I could barely sit still! I was so excited; my head was going a hundred miles an hour. For those who get to know me will find out that that is about normal; however this was worse than normal. My Dad said, “Eric calm down, your ricocheting all over the place! I’m going to have to call you ‘Ricochet’.” And that’s how it began. We went to the track and my performance was much like Cole Trickle’s on ‘Days of Thunder’, I hit just about everything but the pace car! (I did finish 5th out of 68 cars though!). After the race Dad decided that ‘Ricochet’ was going to stick, so he went out in the driveway and painted the symbol and the nickname on the side of the driver’s door. But feel assured that after going to open wheel racing my tendencies of running into things have dropped quite drastically!