Vancouver, British Columbia
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.