What do you do?
I compete in the World Rally Championships, a huge circus of metal that visits 16 countries from January to November. Events involve three days of dodging trees and rocks, pitting man and machine against nature. There's a lot of adrenalin. I work closely with a team of mechanics and engineers and, of course, my co-driver - which can feel like being married.
How did you get the job?
At 19, I went to a rally school for a half-day session. The instructor saw me drive and couldn't believe I'd never done it before - he was adamant it was a hoax. So I borrowed money from friends, got some sponsorship and put a car together myself. For two years I sacrificed my life to work on that car, because that was the only way it was going to happen. Ford soon snapped me up and I rose through the grades, reaching the Junior World Championship in 2002.
I went pro with Suzuki in 2004.
Does reality match the dream?
Definitely. When things go right it feels amazing. There's tremendous camaraderie between the drivers, and it's a real thrill to drive through shanty towns and see the excited reaction on kids' faces. But slipping up can cause exceptional lows. The buck stops with you, and sometimes I ask myself whether I need the pressure. But then I step back and look at the life I'm living and realise I love it.