CROSS COUNTRY

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Vancouver, British Columbia

(Memorial to Greg Moore)

Excerpts from Kristy:
June 24-25, 1998

This was supposed to be another quirky page filled with our antics in Canada. Our confusion over the exchange, our elation over 50 cents a gallon gas and our severe disappointment when we figured out this was actually liters and not gallons.

Greg Moore is a native of Vancouver, more specifically the suburb of Maple Ridge. As I said earlier, I am an enthusiastic Moore fan and many of our pictures feature me posing under big Players/Forsythe billboards advertising the approaching race in Vancouver. (For those of you not familiar with Greg Moore, he was a Champ Car racer. Champ Car racing is open wheel racing. Some of the more famous drivers include the Andrettis and the Unsers.)

Greg Moore was well on his way to reaching infamy. I became a fan during his first season at my very first race. I stood in the paddocks watching the crews work on the cars while he actually sat with them. This is a bit of an oddity, because usually the drivers are off doing their own thing. When fans approached, he very patiently signed autographs and posed for pictures until everyone had a turn. He was 3 months younger than me and I admired him for his patience, his determination to win and his relaxed demeanor in the midst of extreme pressure.

Unfortunately, Greg Moore died last year (October 31, 1999) when his car spun out of control during the last race of the season in Fontana, CA. The CART community and fans everywhere were shocked and saddened. I think this hit me particularly hard, because he was my age. Things like that aren't supposed to happen to people who are that young. He was only 24.

So rather than talking about our adventures in Canada, I'd prefer to just leave this page as a memorial.