To the Kline family: Your son was
a great friend and competitor on the track he will never
be forgotten. I send my regrets from all the crew of
Fisher Racing.
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March 18, 2009
I am very fortunate and feel it as
a prestigious honor being friends with Brad. Brad was a
man of pure heart, honor, intergrity and unselfishness.
His Presence always touched everybody and he always
opened his arms to everyone with his kindness and loving
nature. He was a man's man loving the outdoors, his
family, racing his camaro, and being there for guidance
when someone was in need. Brad was always there to help
somebody out no matter what it was, and he could always
be counted on and would have your back.
I feel deep sorrow for his passing but
his lessons he has taught us and his memories will live
on in each and everyone of us. We can take what we have
learned from him and pass it along to others that way he
will continue to live on. I miss him dearly and think
about him daily on how great of a person he was and how
I miss his snort when he laughed. The traits Brad
carried is only a few could ever hold and I thank him
for every second I got to talk to him and the lessons I
have learned from him.
I love and miss you brother you will
never be forgotten and I know the Lord has great plans
for your being a guardian angel watching down upon us.
Your memory will live on forever and you will always
remain in my heart and soul.
I will see you again my friend
Quinn Celeen
(bl00d.SO)
Leader/Owner of
www.sotfsquad.com
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April 3, 2009
Wow,
I cannot believe it has already been four weeks. This
is the longest time I have gone without seeing Brad in a
LONG TIME. Keep telling myself it WILL get easier, not
sure when though. I’m sure so many of us know how that
goes... as soon as you think you’re having an ok day,
something comes up that brings back the sorrow. And
with racing season right around the corner, it’s gonna
surely get tougher. But even beyond racing, there are a
million things that remind me fondly of Brad. Certain
foods (Crossroad’s cheese steaks, hot dogs, UniMart
turkey hoagies, easy cheese), songs, any newer blue
Chevy pick-up, any 70’s camaro’s, my entire basement
(which he helped build), even certain people, make me
think of times we laughed together. I’m sure we all
have crazy memories like these. Rick and I share one
with one another almost everyday. And I think that’s
really important, for all of us. And especially for
Cole as he grows up. So I think my goal is going to be
to add a new story every week or so. I really wanna
keep this thing going so that others like me can
reminisce and we can all help paint an adequate picture
of one of the kindest, most modestly giving and surely
entertaining people I have ever met. I make no
exaggerations when I say that he may well be the most
simply awesome person I have ever met. And I can only
imagine, based on the hundreds of people who have paid
tribute and expressed sympathy in the past few weeks,
that I am not alone in feeling that way. One could only
hope that as we leave this place we are as well loved
and missed as he is.
So
here’s my story for today:
It
was a day at Mountain like any other. We usually ate
between heats and features. Now even though you
technically are not allowed to have grills in the pits,
I must admit we did sneak a small one in to the pits a
time or 20. So we’re pullin out the food and Brad grabs
the grill and begins to start freaking out. Something to
the effect of “What is this!? What the ____ is this?!?”
I’m sure you could hear him getting all high-pitched and
laughing. We went over to take a look at what he was
yellin about and what we found was what looked like a
decomposed mouse inside the grill. After some laughing,
head-scratching and some disgust on my part, we were
able to identify the thing as one of last seasons
uneaten hot dogs! It had not only partially rotted, but
it had grown hair! Needless to say we started brown
bagging lunch at the track or leaving it up to Brenda.
Didn’t really feel safe eating what Brad had to serve
for a while after that!
Ahh
the good times! Thanks for making them for us Brad!
-Janet
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