When I was in high school in Carrollton, Ga my grandmother used to have me help her pick green beens at a friends house. The friend was Doris Young, elderly lady. One day while picking beens her son drove up with a race car on a flatbed trailer. It was a blue and yellow Monza...and it was love at first site!
Seeing my enthusiasm and disbelief I was invited by her son to attend a local race for the weekend. Sort of the general cleanup boy but it was better than picking beans!
His name was Don Young and his wife was Pam. I attended a few local and National events. Don was a true engineer and he was moving up fast in IHRA racing. After graduating high school in 1983 I joined the Navy and it was in 1985 that I received word of Don's death in Bristol.
Don taught me that racing was more than just racing...it was about family and friends and having fellowship with all of them and helping out when you could.
Thanks Don and Pam, we sure miss you!
Mike
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