Hi! I’m Sophie, creator of Fuelfilled Media.
Devout driver, speed enthusiast (where appropriate), car gazer, historic racing admirer and unofficial ambassador of the internal combustion engine. Some of those words can be replaced with Tiramisu.
After a diabolically belated discovery of the motorsport world in my early twenties, I wasted no time making up for lost smiles by frequenting motor circuits across the country in what began as a mild obsession. This morphed into a complete lifestyle and goes hand in hand with my passion for writing and photography, for which this platform was primarily set up. Call it a glorified storage facility for my musings and favourite frames for the time being, but in essence it’s the foundation of a brand which will deliver much more meaningful media and essential impact for the motorsport sector in the long run.
Thanks for visiting- please reach out if you have queries or would like to collaborate.
Stay fuel-filled 🙂
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Born in Kent in the late 90’s (to a family who fundamentally failed me by not strapping me to a go-kart as soon as I could reach the pedals or exposing me to the sights, sounds and smells of the race track from infancy), my life officially began the day I passed my driving test. In addition to a shiny new licence that glorious day, I crucially acquired the profound sense of joy that the fortunate among us experience when we’re behind the wheel in full instructor-less control of a machine (albeit a very standard one). Certain members of my family (who for safety reasons shall remain nameless) had ludicrously suggested that cars were merely a mode of transport to get us from A to B, but as a newly qualified driver I could think of nothing further from the truth and every day that conviction – and my connection to cars – grows.
Despite having been born at the age of 18, my eyes tragically didn’t fully open for another couple of years until I’d made a 450 mile unrelated career move north and discovered the motorsport scene for the first time at Knockhill Circuit one life-changing British Touring Car Championship weekend. Dramatically and unapologetically intoxicated, I became a regular at the Scottish circuit and was soon framing the scenes that revved my soul with a very ancient camera which I’d been “borrowing” from my brother (for over four years). The new creative outlet was a lifeline during a particularly black & white period enforced by the concrete and steel dominated civil engineering role I played for a living, and returning to my gaff to edit the photos with various motorsport documentaries rolling in the background helped to productively see me through the dreich Scottish evenings.
A couple of years later I moved back to Kent because the pain of missing out on all the chief UK motorsport events was too much to handle (it had nothing whatsoever to do with the weather). For over a year I attended as many events as I possibly could, racking up considerable mileage and severely testing my laptop’s storage capabilities. During that time I upgraded my camera gear, worked consistently on editing skills (because if something’s worth doing, it’s definitely worth doing well) and learned a fair bit along the way- not just about photography but about the motorsport community, cars and culture. All of this learning is very much ongoing, and my goal now is to “keep creating” and steadily establish an impactful platform from which to promote the motorsport scene and the drivers, their machines and the highly skilled legends who keep them going. I’m particularly passionate about keeping the momentum for historic motorsport alive by stirring up a new strain of enthusiasm and motivation among the next generation and ensuring key skills in the classic car sector are firmly passed down through increased absorption opportunities and structured support, thereby securing a rosier future for the machines we love and ensuring they’re kept in motion rather than consigned to the history books.
There’s not much more to add to this nutshell except to mention for the purposes of collaboration that in 2026 I landed very unreluctantly in Warwickshire, meaning I’m now about as central as the driver of a T.50 and therefore available to work anywhere in the UK (or indeed the world, since it apparently is my oyster).
