~KnightFox

On the evening of Friday, May 23rd, My parents told me to sit down in a chair in the kitchen and said that they had some very bad news. Gary Shanholtz Sr., retired firefighter and my long time trusted mechanic, died from a massive heart attack earlier that day.Words cannot explain the deep loss I feel. I knew Gary since 1995 when he took my dad's 1987 Chevy Blazer and did a total engine replacement for just a little over 2 grand. In the years that followed, whenever my dad (and later I) needed something done to the Blazer, Gary was the man to turn to. He bent his schedule around ours to help us get back on the road.
A great example of this was when me and my dad were heading out across the US. We were just about to reach the peak of Keyser's Ridge when the distributor snapped and broke on the Blazer, leaving us stranded. Gary came out with his flatbed at 4 AM in the morning and towed us back to Cumberland and dropped us off somewhere where another one of our friend's took us home. About 8 AM that day, he called and said he had the Blazer done and was willing to tow it out to us at no extra charge.

Now that is what I call a friend, and he will surely be missed.