out in my desert.
My death will be bigger than my career ever
was”. He had covered all of his bases. He’d gotten
rid of his houses and went to live Mexico a
month before the race. I later found out that the
truck I was driving wasn’t his. It was a rental, the
same model as his (thank goodness, because at
the end of the day that truck was messed up and
had 3 flat tires!).
He went out doing what he loved. That day in
the desert, his spirits were the highest I had ever
seen. He was bright eyed and he was the happiest
Chuck I had ever seen.
He had an amazing life, is survived by many
children, and was someone in my life who
touched me in a way that is indescribable. He
was unique. He was my friend, confidant, mentor,
and inspiration;
Chuck, A True Legend!