In loving memory of a fellow racer.

In memory of my brother's nephew Peter Lenz, someone who also loved to go fast.

http://www.indystar.com/article/20100829/SPORTS0108/100829008/1084/LIVING02/Teen-rider-killed-during-warmup-lap

We all know the saying; life is precious, live every moment as if it is your last. But it is sometimes not until a child dies that we remember that every moment we have with the ones we love is a gift.

Peter was 13. He got his first motorcycle when he was 5 years old and began racing soon after. In life there those who are compelled to go fast. The fascination, excitement and pure joy cannot fully put into words. I myself have stammered and stuttered just trying to voice my thoughts and feelings from a race. I have no doubt this was Peter. He died doing what he loved.

My heart and prayers go out to my brother Michael sister inlaw Diane, Peter's parents Michael and Jennifer, his two sisters and all of the Lenz family.