No team page, no mission statement written by committee. One guy in San Antonio who's been taking technology apart and putting it back together better for as long as he can remember. Here's how I got here.
My father was an amateur radio operator. I grew up in his basement workshop watching him build — learning how radio worked, how electronics worked, and why things did what they did. Dad didn't just spark my passion for technology; he mentored it, one project at a time.
By 8th grade I was writing my own programs and video games in BASIC. Then the IBM clone came home, the language changed, and I did what 14-year-olds do — I went outside, played football, and got into motorcycles — another passion passed down from my Dad.
After high school I joined the Air Force and spent seven years doing satellite communications. Got married, raised my first family. Bought a computer "for video games" and — surprise — ended up back in technology, building things with it.
After the Air Force it was microwave and communications companies. Then manufacturing. Fiber optics. Security. Analyst. Manager. Always changing, always learning — and always moving on when a job went stale and stopped challenging me. That's not restlessness; that's the whole point. If I'm not learning, I'm leaving.
Somewhere in all that, the pattern showed itself: I keep finding software that's good, but not great. Not a match for how I want it to work. So I rewrite it. I add what's missing. I perfect it. And then I want to share it. That pattern now has a name on it — Finlab Studios.
Today I'm on top of my world. An amazing woman by my side, helping raise her three great kids. Family, technology, learning — that's my identity. Not my job title, not my career, not even this software.
The dream is that this workshop grows until it replaces the 9-to-5 and time stops being the thing I'm shortest on. Until then: ship one, start the next.
There's no support tier. Tell me what's not working and it goes straight to the guy who wrote the code — and it gets fixed.
MyGarageKeeper tracks my own bikes. RebelDMR watches my own hotspot. If it wouldn't earn a place in my life, it doesn't ship.
No telemetry, no selling it back to you, no asking permission to use what's already yours. That's not a feature, it's a default.
Dad passed me radio, motorcycles, and the itch to understand how things work. The callsign made it across two generations too.