I also have a lot of fond memories about Friday. I always attended the TQ races at Rushville, every year. I always thought it was cool when he'd pull that #41 all the way from California. However, the biggest part for me happened on Sunday morning. They would always try to show up at church while they were town for a race. I would always go check out the car sitting on the open trailer, behind the camper. Our church was really small, but I sure felt like we were big shots on those mornings!

Rest in peace, Friday!