He was my Hero. He use to come over to our house after work and would jump on the trampoline with me. Even with is gimp leg. He would tell me that real racecar drivers do not just show up with there helmet bags. I look up to him like a big brother. My Dad drove for Ron when Robbie was not old enought to drive. Our families were pretty tight. Robbie and I put the #5 car togeither that went down the backstretch at IRP Upside down. I was so bumbed out. That was the first car that I helped with from the ground up. My Dad still has the side pannel with both of there names on it. I remeber helping him move into his house in Brownsburg. He put me in the back of his Blue Chevy Truck, told me to put on is helmet and lay on the coach that was in the back of the truck. I was scared for my life because he had a hard time driving anything slow.:2: I would later end up with that same truck as my graduation present. I truly miss him and if I can get my own car back togeither you better believe it will be #47. NO REGRETS!