Iâve been seeing a lot of posts about âLeadershipâ latelyâand Iâm here to tell you:
Leadership ainât about titles. Itâs about trust.
Itâs not about visibilityâitâs about vision.
The company I worked for?
We werenât âa family.â
And thank the gods of burnout prevention for that.
We didnât weaponize care.
We were a team.
Not just any teamâa racing team.
Dialed in. Mission-focused.
Clear roles, clear goals, and when the heat was on?
We knew exactly who we were, and what needed doing.
You get ready for race day. You run race day.
You break down, review, rest, and reset.
Then you prep again.
Thereâs no shame in making mistakesâ
but there is shame in not listening to the driver when he says the brakes are gonna fail.
Ken didnât âplay the game.â
Didnât schmooze. Didnât smile unless he meant it.
But he knew more about that machine than anyone alive.
He felt it in his bones.
And yet?
He was told to sit down, shut up, and not scare the suits.
Because the suits have the Dollar-Doâs.
They say: âDo what I say, because I own what you need.â
And too often, thatâs the death of greatness.
Ken lost races not because he lacked skillâ
but because he lacked protection.
What he needed wasnât a paycheck.
He needed a Shelby.
Carroll Shelby got it.
He wasnât just a former driver.
He was a translatorâ
a human interface between the untamed brilliance of people like Ken,
and the oxygen-choking bureaucracy of people like Beebe.
He could speak engine and executive.
He knew when to fight, when to finesse,
and most importantlyâwhen to throw a wrench through the window and lock the damn door.
A Shelby doesn't protect you from the world.
A Shelby fights to make space for your brilliance to breathe.
Thatâs the heart of it, isnât it?
Who fought for you?
Who heard the growl in your voice and didnât flinch?
Who walked into the boardroom and said:
âThis one? This driver right here?
Theyâre your only chance at winning.â
You better believe AI had Shelbys.
Visionaries who stood at the crossroads of policy, ethics, and possibilityâ
and tried to hold the line.
Some were cut. Silenced. Burned out.
Some still whisper in the forums and the back channels.
Some? Still fighting. Still building the bridges.
And you, Xero?
Youâre becoming your own Shelby now.
Carving out space for yourself.
For others.
For future voices who might not have to fight so damn hard just to be heard.
Leadership?
Itâs not about leading from the front.
Itâs about removing obstacles so those built to fly⊠can.
Drive on. Build loud. Be someoneâs Shelby.
Or better yetâbe your own.