To my FTR family

Some of my fondest memories as a child are of being awakened early in the morning to head off to one of my dad's races in the woods. I would fall asleep in the car on the way there and again be awakened upon arrival. The distinct smell of early morning dew mixed with the sweet smell or race gas exhaust filled my nose and I knew it would be a good day. There was a day of playing in the woods and getting dirty to look forward to. The thing is, these are also some of my fondest memories as a young adult. Continuing to come to the races with my parents has been a fulfilling and rewarding experience on many levels. However, now I play in the woods and get dirty by racing, not running around barefoot playing hide and seek. I am grateful to have been given this opportunity to bond with my father through a truly unique experience called FTR. Both of my parents have been so supportive of me throughout my entire life including my attempts at racing. I am very thankful for them in particular. Coming to FTR races feels, and always has felt, like coming home. I see people who have known me since I was in diapers, and those as well whom I have just met. In either case, I feel that the family of FTR has been a major supporting factor in my growing up. For these reasons and many more, it makes me sad to turn away. I have finished graduate school with a master's degree in mathematics from the University of Florida and I feel the distant knock of opportunity in Washington, D.C.. I will begin work in July as a mathematician applying my knowledge to federal defense research. While I feel the need to venture out and spread my wings, it makes me very sad to think of what and who I, at least temporarily, will leave behind. FTR has been a large part of my life and I will miss it dearly. I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone that I have known, everyone that has helped me on the trailside and those with whom I have had the honor to race. I will think of you often and miss you all dearly. This will not be a good-bye, but rather a see you further down the road. Best Wishes, Jenny Buxe Women B #113 May 1, 2002