Ritchie hit rock-bottom the day his four-year-old son first visited him in jail. As the young boy looked through iron bars and glass, the gangbanger died inside.

All those years of rebellion, wild rides, parties, drugs, and street violence raced away at a million miles an hour. The respect of his friends, the lucky ones in prison, the unlucky ones dead, were trumped by the young boy that day.

Ritchie grew up in the ganglands of Orange County, CA. He ran with a wild crowd. Did bad things. Got jailed. Got out. Got jailed again. For a total of six years Ritchie was MIA from Main Street.

But throughout his life he still had the focus and determination to pursue his gift—metal and machines. Ritchie’s worked on and off with custom cars and bikes. His private life may have been a train wreck but no one could ever doubt his craft and skill.

Now Ritchie’s out of jail, on probation, and ready to make amends. Ritchie wants a new life, a new path, and to build a relationship with the young son who shocked him into action.