My name is Tom Taylor, and “Noble” isn’t just a word we use to describe how we do business; it’s a family name that dates back generations. Our ancestors David and Thomas Noble served as officers in George Washington’s army during the Revolutionary War, and our great-grandfather Chipman Noble served his country in the Union Army during the Civil War. My son, David Noble, and I carry on these names with the pride associated with the word itself and the lineage of our family.
Owning a company like Noble Automotive Solutions is a dream born out of a love for all things motorsports — the smell of gasoline, the heritage of racing and competition, long days spent at racetracks, and finding the right car after a long search.
Where was this love of the automobile born from? Here’s a bit of my story.
My father and grandfather were car nuts themselves. They could often be found at some of the world’s best car museums and biggest races. In 1993, my father even served as the official photographer for the Indianapolis 500. The man always found a way to secure cars that weren’t so “family-friendly,” and exposed his children to high-octane thrills very early on.
Growing up, I spent countless weekends taking in the sights, sounds, and smells at Portland International Raceway. Though getting to watch legends like Rick Mears, Al Holbert, Scott Pruett, Nigel Mansell, Mario and Michael Andretti, AJ Foyt, Bobby Unser, Al Unser Sr. and Jr. was a dream come true for a kid who devoured Road & Track magazines in his spare time, in reality, it was the sleek lines of the racecars, the smell of burnt rubber and racing gas, and the sheer skill of the drivers that fueled my love for the sport.
Simply put, I just loved cars; loved watching their rigid chassis defy physics while rounding a chicane and listening to the shrill, ear-splitting roar of a racing engine.
Later on, my wife and I moved to Seattle, where I frequented the Seattle International Raceway to watch historic, vintage races in my new hometown. We raised three kids of our own in the Pacific Northwest, who were, naturally, brought up attending vintage car shows and racing events with me and their grandpa, and waking up at 5 a.m. to watch Formula 1 races live.
At dinner time, we often played trivia games, where I was requested by my kids to quiz them on history, geography, or general knowledge questions. It’s fair to say they were quizzed on the make and models of cars, the country of origin of car manufacturers, and Formula 1 drivers more often than not. It’s just part of being a Taylor.
Meanwhile, my dad moved to Scottsdale. Every time we visited, my wife and I would talk about how incredible it would be to live in Arizona one day. But with our children finishing school and a strong community established in Seattle, it wasn’t the time. One of our favorite spots we’d frequent during visits was the Penske Racing Museum, filled with legendary racecars and flanked by luxury dealerships boasting hundreds of the world’s most beautiful cars. Little did I know that years later I would leave the healthcare industry to work in that very complex and become Penske’s Lamborghini brand ambassador, working just ten feet from the museum.
In 2000, the U.S. Grand Prix returned to the States, hosted in Indianapolis. With the level of prestige, precision, and performance that Formula 1 brings to the racing world, the race brought increased access to what many consider to be the pinnacle of motor racing for American fans. My father was a season ticket holder for each of the years that the race was held at Indy, from 2000 to 2007. My brothers and I attended every year we could with him, creating a host of memories we hold especially dear after his passing.
My family and I had already fallen in love with Arizona, and eventually, we moved to Fountain Hills in 2017. We were so enchanted by the local pride and culture, friendly people, and, of course, the fountain itself, the presidential statues, and the veteran’s memorial. Needless to say, this is our home now and we are so grateful to be here. We miss our “Papa T.,” but now both sets of grandparents live in Arizona near us.
After learning the industry, contacts, and clientele working with the team at Penske, it felt like it was time to finally realize my dream of owning my own car business, one that would be represented by a standard of knowledge that would provide consistent and trustworthy service to Arizonans with every single experience.
Whether I was looking to buy a car for myself, a friend, my wife, or one of my kids, time and time again I’d find myself disappointed in the expertise, sincerity, and customer service of the sales staff helping us. Either questions would fail to be answered, details wouldn’t be remembered, or undue pressure would be applied that would ruin what should be one of the most exciting experiences for a prospective car buyer.
Ever since I could read, I’d pick up copies of car magazines, memorize the specs of most makes and models, study the history of manufacturers. Knowing these details was always part of the expectation in our family, but unfortunately is not always part of the expectation in this industry.
The last thing you want from someone selling you one of the biggest investments you’ll ever make is an overabundance of arrogance and not enough knowledge to back up their promises.
Typically, used car businesses boast a turnstile of employees which seldom results in a long term relationship between a staff member and a customer. You’re often left wondering where the buck stops.
Whether it be finding something safe and reliable for your daughter, sporty and exciting for you and your spouse, or roomy and affordable for your family, the hunt is where I thrive. I know what to look for. I can find the right fit for you.
A car isn’t just a mode of transportation; it’s an extension of yourself. The world of car buying can be overwhelming and shrouded in distrust, and my goal is to pull the veil back and earn the trust of my customers by only choosing cars I would buy myself.
Let’s do this together. Welcome to Noble Automotive Solutions.