Somewhere between a dirt road and a Waffle House, this all American wind whistler was born. Legend says he was baptized in motor oil, by a bald eagle, during a thunderstorm. He screamed yeeyee while lightening shimmered the strands of his majestic golden mane. Diesel Daddy isn’t just a name, it’s a lifestyle that wafts bravery while he transcends follicular function. It’s CEO in the front, and windswept exhaust smoke after a burnout in the back. He is being raised solely on good music and freedom. He smells like pure adrenaline and rebellion. He has dirt under his nails, a heart of gold, and probably fireworks in his pocket. He often spends time teaching grown men life skills their daddies didn’t. He is only seven, but he is ready to fire employees from a ranch he doesn’t own, teach others how to style their own speed trap whiskers, and take on the next presidential campaign