Friday, Motor Man and I attended a funeral for a member of our racing family. John had worked with several race teams over the years, including our engine customer, Danny. For the most part, he was the “crew chief” and was constantly working to help the team improve its performance.
About three months ago, John, only 49 years old, was diagnosed with cancer. We all hoped that he could win that battle, but it wasn’t to be.
His service was upbeat, as he would have wanted. There was a large turnout, most of us connected through racing. As usual, we saw guys that we normally only see at a race shop or the race track, and again, as usual, we overheard: “Hey, man, you clean up pretty good”. (I think someone even said that to my Motor Man.)
Oh, and when it came time for John’s “final ride”, he had some special escorts: the cars and drivers who were such an important part of his life.
Different? Yes. But perfectly understandable for those of us in the racing family.
~These Days Of Mine~
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