As tough as it was to start writing this, it was equally harder coming up with a story I could tell that would not be offensive to women and children and not fill the board. So I'm going to follow the lead and go with Tim, the family man.
The very first year of the altered race in Iowa we convoyed north. Making it past Pruett's sabotage in Oklahoma, and getting the feeling of stealing diesel in Kansas, we arrived in Iowa just in time to see the rain fall. That evening Tim and I decided to make a mad trip and get some pizza. Taking a pass down the rain slick track as the tires on the dually broke loose. Tim's laugh and smile as he got up on the wheel. Letting the girl at the gate know of our plans off we went. Somewhere on the trip back the discussion turned to family.... I should stop here! Those that know this story will be smiling right about now!
My family was introduced to a family that welcomed us with open arms. You lost all your parenting rights when you brought your kids into Tim's house. Tim took over, you want candy? take two hand fulls! you want to light them fireworks? here's a punk! you want to throw that chair into the pool? ummm sure let me help you throw it!
(Tim, Candy and I at Redline Raceway)
Friends we were robbed 8-23-10. The possibility is great that we will never here the sound of a BBC on 95% thundering and throwing fire down a dragstrip. Oh I'm sure it will be tried again, but assure yourself that it won't run and sound like the Hayride.
Tim was a true friend, there were mistakes made that I will regret forever, memories made that I'll never forget. Tim loved his family like nothing else. Candy and the kids will never let Tim's spirit leave. That wife and kids truly believe that their husband/dad hung the moon. I challenge everyone to go find and be a friend like Tim Hay...
Tim and I at a match race in Abilene....
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