I had a lot of fun times with Heath, I guess I got lucky when we were racking Motocross and got to spend a lot of time with him at the shop, servicing and washing Motorcycles watching him and Tyler on our track practicing and going to races. Mostly watching them race and practice (they usually watched me, Rusty and Daddy washing and servicing) But one thing for sure they were good at getting them muddy! One race that I will never forget, we were at Fernwood and Heath would not jump the finish line jump (a pretty big jump) we kept on and finally he did. You should of seen it, he over jumped it by a mile and came down on the back wheel. Heath looked like a dish rag flopping in the wind hanging off the back of that Motorcycle. We knew he was fixing to bust it but finally he got it under control. In the next race Heath and another rider made a jump together and their handlebars hit in the air, one heck of a mess. When I got to Heath he was spitting dirt and trying to catch his breath. Him and his bike was in pretty bad shape. Heath did not want to race no more that day but we kept on and he finally decided to race the next race.
Another time we were at Rock Hill and Heath was having a good day he was pretty darn fast. He was out running the other riders by a mile This boy came up to Heath and asked if Heath would let him win the nest race because his family was there. There were several times Heath could have passed him instead he wouldn’t. We knew Heath was letting the boy win. I think Heath got more enjoyment out of seeing him win than Heath winning himself. That’s the kind of friend Heath was. One thing for sure Heath was not a quitter and friends and family always came first.