A big part of my life has been the sports I have been involved in. My first passion I had for a sport was racing bikes. When I was young, my father raised me for the most part. He had a great impact on my life because of all the time that we would spend together. It was sort of like we were best pals. I would go to work with him and draw pictures by his side all day long because that is what he did. I wanted to be like my dad. He was the best architect in the world as far as I was concerned. My adoration for him was great with his work, but my favorite thing my dad did was race motorcycles. I wanted to be an accomplished rider and go on to race some day, following in my role model’s footsteps.
One day my opportunity came and the chance was right in front of me. I had grown an interest for riding bikes and I did it every day. I built jumps with my friends across the street from my home and loved every second of it. I was a fanatic. I had a subscription to the most popular B.M.X. bike-racing magazine and memorized every published paper that company produced. It was my life and my dad supported me completely. My main goal was wanting to race just like dad when he was young, but my only thing keeping me back was a proper race bike. I wanted one so incredibly bad. I did research on the bikes memorizing all the companies, parts, prices, specifications, and ratings. We would go out to the track to watch the racers. My dad would always talk to them and ask them questions about bikes to learn about the sport.
Then I found my first true love. It was the Auburn CR-20RX, the top rated bike for the past 3 years. I wanted one more than anything a 10 year old could want in life. My dad was so patient and dedicated as a parent that we would spend long days about three days of the week driving around Phoenix stopping at every bike shop in the city. I am not sure if you have ever been to Phoenix, but there is a lot of bike stores. Shop after shop, I could not find my bike because this was not your “run of the mill” bicycle. It was a sheer racing machine not meant for your average neighborhood boy. This bike was special.
One day we were out looking around and as I fumbled through the phone book. I came across a new bike store we had never visited. I wrote the address down and we were on our way. On our approach of the store, its appearance was not promising at first sight. It looked like a typical mountain bike store, not a B.M.X. shop. Entering the store, I immediately proceeded to the back where the smaller bikes were. To my complete amazement I found a brand new Auburn CR-20RX exactly like the one I wanted. It stood in the display rack beckoning me to ride it. It was beautiful, love at first sight. The search was finally over and we took the bike home. That was the beginning of my B.M.X. bike-racing career. That bike eventually took me to second place in the nation in my race class fulfilling my dreams of becoming a racer.

a little about Preston

Now that I have told you a little about my family I will give a little insight into me and where I am at in life. I have worked in the past off and on for about nine years in the architectural and construction field. I grew up doing it having a dad as an architect and 4 uncles that are contractors. I have done plans for homes all on my own and have supervised construction on large projects as well. I worked it an architectural office in north Orem for over 2 years.
I am now a car dealer because I love cars. I run a small Internet and local car dealership with one other guy. My days constantly consist of posting ads, responding to emails, and talking on the phone all day. Any time I am not doing this is spent with my girlfriend, Brooke or on the slopes skiing and snowboarding. I also meet with people from all over the country that fly here to buy my cars. You would be surprised to see how many people I deal with that fly from back east to buy a truck and drive it home. The only inference I can make is that I must be pricing them right. I pick up and drive around clients all the time. Often many of them are people I have nothing in common with or don’t care to meet them in the first place. This really has pushed me to expand my communication skills, otherwise sales would not go well for me and test drives in the cars I sell would be much more awkward.
I expect to graduate in less than two years, which is late for a 26 year old, but I have worked my way through college to pay for it. I am a Communications, Public Relations major. I am not certain about my career goals, but I would like to start out with a company on a salary and work in to my own company. I will always sell cars for fun on the side or full time. I will make over $1,000,000 a year, at least one time, within 20 years. I am a constant investor and have an entrepreneurial spirit always open-minded to learn about a solid investment. I love cars like I said before. I usually own about 10 to 15 at a time, but I only have four that I keep. I have a 2001 Toyota Tacoma crew cab, a 1999 Audi A8 on 22” rims, a lifted 1991 Jeep Wrangler, a lifted partially restored 1957 Chevy 4wd. pickup.

This is my blog and I am new to this whole thing so I am going to start out by writing a little about me and who I came from. My dad is Bruce Weekes and my mother is Crystal Bowen. They were divorced when I was two years old. My mother re-married when I was five to a man named Mike Dwyer. My dad waited 20 years to find his soul mate. He married a woman named Nancy Witbeck.
My dad and Nancy currently live in Provo, UT and my mom and Mike currently live in Phoenix, AZ. I did most of my growing up in Phoenix until the young, ripe age of 15. At this point in my life I ran away from my mothers house and moved to Utah. My dad followed and moved here immediately after dropping everything, including his established career, to be with me.
My dad’s parents were large range and ranch owners that grew up in a country type atmosphere. My dad’s biological father owned very large percentages of Utah, Colorado, Nevada, and some land in Wyoming. In Utah alone he owned a range that stretched somewhat along I-15 north of Cedar City up to around Fillmore totaling over 640,000 acres. He lost that land in a bad business deal that took place in Nevada resulting in an immediate liquidation of the property. If that never happened I probably wouldn’t need to be in school or work today.
My mother’s parents were big family high rollers with a bloodline of attorneys and ranchers. My mom’s dad kept the occupational trend alive as a hotshot attorney. I remember when I was little, going to visit my grandpa and everything he had seemed so nice and expensive. He drove cars like Rolls Royces and he had his own jet. At one point he owned the 46th floor of some large building in San Francisco where he lived for a while. I remember riding around in his huge gold car that always smelled of leather and fine cigars. He even owned a ski resort at one point, which I was not around to take advantage of.
Now my dad’s Biological father has passed away without ever getting to know me, his grandchild. He spent his life too entrenched in making money to care about his family. My mom’s dad resides in northern Idaho out in the wilderness away from all of the fast paced life of the city. He is chasing his cowboy roots when he is not caring about his 8 kids and 25 grandkids.
I have a very large, 60% Mormon, family that is full of amazing people that are very closely knit. My dad’s stepfather, who I never actually think of him as a step, is the rock foundation and cement filler that has created the amazing bond with our family group as a whole. I have to admit that I am proud of who I am and am so fortunate to have all of the amazing people in my family to influence my life.