Wow, I'm sorry for your loss. It's a crazy coincidence, they are from the same place in North Carolina as my friend and he has a brother named Chris who races harescrambles.
Great father and son relationship....went racing almost every time there was a race. Chris was always the life of a party. I learned this today: On the way to the races, Chris found out that my 17 y.o. nephew was grounded Friday night for chasing girls too late. Chris calls the nephew to rib him a little about it. Lots of laughs. Then, Chris calls my brother and pokes him for grounding the lad for chasing girls. Lots of laughs. Then, Chris calls his wife (who did the grounding) to harass her a bit about it. More laughs. Chris and Cody always lived life having fun and giving fun to others along the way. I know that I can learn from that. How about you?
The family received about 4,000 friends Tuesday night from 5:20 to 1:30 a.m. Folks were lined up down the parking lot and as far as I could see down the highway. Some stood in line for 5 hours. The funeral was yesterday.
Wow talk about goose bumps. I didn't know them but any racer is family. My condolences to all their friends and family. Just goes to show you never know when you're going to go.
A racer is a racer. There's a bond. I was never fast but I tried hard with the respect of other racers. We shared a heap of good times, some very sad times as well. But we are all racers if you have ever gridded up. Some of my best memories are racing. I am a racer. Send me off as such.
I haven't raced in 5 years, and when I did I wasn't breaking any track records. But those who haven't, don't know, and won't ever know. There's definitely a bond. RIP racer and Dad. Sorry for the loss to those close.