My friend and neighbor Jack Strachan who always raced with us was in a care home.
We had visited him on Friday, and he was struggling but still had a sense of humor. He couldnt speak, but when I asked him if his controller hand still worked , he raised his hand and pulled the trigger as if he had it in his hand.
We called him Stirling Strachan, a gentleman racer and some slight resemblance .
We talked about him on Sunday during the races all feeling a bit of us was missing.
Jacks wife called me early Monday to let me know my dear friend had left us late Sunday.
Jack was always willing to help out, his wife always making desserts for our meets, an integral part of our lives.
I just wanted everyone to know that life sometimes really sucks and we lose some great people.
To my friend Jack , I will miss you, and our tuning time and gentleman races.
Heres to you Stirling and I hope you find a big slot track where you are. Start rubbering it in .

RIP my friend