John had always wanted to race cars, but family life and financial obligations kept him from it. When he hit his mid forties and the kids were almost raised he bought a sports car “kit” and assembled it. From that point on, his summer weekends were spent racing around the local racetrack. He said he felt free when he was racing in his sporty race car.
They said he was rounding the curve on the track and was giving his buddies the thumbs up as he was taking the curve. He missed the curve and flew over the side of the track and off the edge of the cliff. That put an end to John's racing.
John was a great guy. I and many others really miss him. But, at least he died doing what he loved.
This is a true story.
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