My first touring ahem "pro" job was working for him at the rip old age of 2 until I was fired by me dad for goofing off at 5 it was I believe. I was supposed to pick up all the rags on the floor and keep quiet. As well I had to ride shotgun in the car on the ramp truck with my dad.
Proof of my great status and highly coveted position was I had to safeguard the funny pages under my feet in the passenger foot well.
My first worst day in racing was that day standing on the line.
I was in awe and still am of what I thought was the coolest deal in life. Apartment up stairs, hardware store and race shop downstairs, and a restaurant right next door to the store. Three race tracks within 45 minutes.
A mentor, a hero, and one hell of a great man period. A huge loss for everyone not because of what he was as a drag racer but because of who he was as a whole person. He would and did do about anything for anybody.
He believed in our racing efforts when we were teenagers in high school enough to spend time talking to me and giving advice as well a ton of old catalogs and materials for us to work with.
Forever thanks to John, Gerry, and the boys it was my honor and pleasure.
Signed with John Hagen coveted nickname "Low Pockets"
