Thursday, February 26, 2009
Mike Allen (L) and Jeff Mao (R), Flagging a Miata Race, Turn 1, Summit Point
Mike Allen (Center), Saturday Morning Flag Meeting, Summit Point Raceway
Mike Allen, one of my friends who I spend so much time with at various race tracks around the Northeast during spring, summer, and fall, passed away on February 2 after suffering a massive heart attack at the age of 55. Though he had only been doing it for a few years, Mike was a top-notch corner worker who could always be counted on to "have your back" when you were working in a hot area of the race track. And he also did a first rate job as my partner in last Labor Day's drunken, blindfolded golf cart race for charity. As sad as Mike's passing is, I was also sad and disturbed that none of his fellow track workers found out about it until three weeks after the fact. When I stopped to think about it, I realized that if it had been me, the same thing probably would have occurred. Like Mike, I have always gone to the track alone, and none of my family has ever met any of my track friends, nor would they know how to contact them. Same with all my birding friends in Florida. Bottom line is that my family would not have any idea who or how to contact the vast majority of the peoiple that I have become friends with over the last 20 years - including those that I count amongst my best friends. Not wishing bad things upon myself, but I think I need to start a contact list with representative points of contact for my friends in Gainesville, my SCCA friends, etc.
Rest in peace, Mike. You will not be forgotten.