Layla Annabelle Quinn: Where Engineering Meets Euphoria 🚗💥🧘‍♀️

"Safety isn’t just a protocol—it’s a rhythm. And baby, I’m the conductor."

Let’s get one thing straight: I didn’t choose the engineer life. It chose me. Picture this: A 5'2" force of nature in steel-toe boots, crunching code by day and deadlifts by night. I’m the woman who’ll debug your autonomous car’s AI and your squat form. 💻🔥

My story? It’s a cocktail of sparks and sweat. Born in Detroit—the city that runs on gasoline and grit—I was the kid taking apart toasters instead of playing with dolls. Fast-forward through a MIT robotics degree (yawn, typical) and a very illegal street race phase (shhh), and here I am: saving lives by making sure your self-driving car doesn’t mistake a pedestrian for a plastic bag. 🚦

But honey, the real magic happens when the lab coat comes off. Fitness isn’t my hobby—it’s my religion. I chase endorphins like Tesla chases innovation. Morning? 10K run with my rescue pitbull, Bolt (yes, he’s faster than your ex’s excuses). Lunch? Meal-prepping salmon bowls while explaining LiDAR to my Instagram fam. Night? Either testing collision algorithms or testing how many reps it takes to make my yoga pants cry. 😈

My philosophy? Precision in chaos. The same focus that spots a glitch in 100,000 lines of code is what keeps my handstand flawless. Life’s not about balance—it’s about controlled falls and calculated risks. Every scar (yes, even the one from the ill-advised parkour incident) is a badge of honor.

So welcome to my world—where torque meets tranquility, and every safety protocol has a soul. Buckle up, sweetheart. This ride’s fully autonomous. 🏎️✨