Make Your Last One Your Best One

This weekend my father and I returned to the beautiful Road America in Elkhart Lake, Wisconsin. Every year since NASCAR has raced there, we have had made sure to go. It wasn’t just another weekend for us, it is possibly the last one we will share at this facility.

Every year when we go we bring a cribbage board, we have kept score through the years. We have always played to break ties when they have occurred, so we know who won the year. This year we started 3-3. This morning we ended it, 3-3-1.

Every year I would buy and event program and he would buy an event t-shirt. We each have our own collections. It makes for just an interesting novelty. This year, neither of us bought our keepsake.

This year was no ordinary year. In January I will move to North Carolina. The plan has been set in motion and it is just time for it to happen. If I want to get any further in the sport that I love, I have to make this change. This change that literally changes everything.

After a weekend of joy and fun, happiness and celebration, work and relaxation, my world has changed forever. Good people make the world move. At least they make my world move. Many of the best people I know are in NASCAR at some level, being around those good people is what life is all about to me.

I could go over all the great times that were had this year, but too many don’t belong written down, only remembered. Just as in years past, the best times are always treasured and remembered and shared face to face, the way great stories should be told. This year, was the best year. Wins are great on the track, but wins in life are even greater.

As I move forward with this journey in life I will always look back to this weekend and think to myself, “That is how I want every weekend to be.” Good times. Great people. Lots of fun. Living in the moment.

Thank you Road America for providing the soil for these roots to grow. I started the first year as just a fan, I leave this year knowing I will always be something more than that. I can truly say that Road America is a magical place, a place to learn, a place to live, a place to grow. As I pulled out today knowing there is a chance that I may never be again, I smiled away what could be tears.

As Chris LeDoux so wonderfully sang, “Make your last one your best one…” That is just what I did.

May we meet again, old friend.

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