Today marks 15 since the passing of Greg Moore after his ferocious crash at Fontana.
Literally half my lifetime ago, that day still sticks in memory fresh as if it was yesterday. I'd not long been into motorsport. The death of Ayrton Senna in 94 brought motorsport onto my radar due to the massive public outpouring of emotion. My first full season of following F1 was 1996 and I was quickly turned onto CART by my father who would record the highlights that were on in the wee hours on Channel 5 (UK) around 97/98.
Greg was instantly likeable. The talented rookie. The fact he was so goofy looking gave me hope for the future!
Fontana 1999 was the first time I got to see a race on live TV as we were holidaying somewhere that picked up ESPN on the hotel TV.
I was shocked by the sheer violence of the crash and knew immediately that my idol was gone. I still get upset thinking about it.
Whenever I had have the opportunity to pick my number for my cars/karts, it's always been #99.
See ya up front, Greg! Red Gloves Rule!