Yesterday, Burry was struck my vehicle and pronounced dead. Its strange, even typing this does not feel real. Burry, to me seemed so invincible, untouchable, wonderful. Watching him race was always a highlight, no matter what happened out on track, he would always rise to the occasion, proving to all, a fan or not, that he could do whatever he set his mind to.
I was fortunate enough to spend some time with the legend. Burry helped mentor me, coach me. He gave a lending hand when I needed one and was ALWAYS willing to give me advice, and, as Im sure you could all imagine, his actions made fall in love with him as a fan. Not many people can say they had the privelege to ride with their all time hero, let alone spend some time in his home, or in the gym with him. Racing alongside him, or more likely, behind him, was always humbling.
To Burry, I pray that you rest in peace, and that you may guide and give a protecting hand to your beautiful wife, Cherise, and your entire family. I thank you for the short time I was able to spend with you, and I will cherish every memory.
Thank you, Burry.
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