He was the king of Modifieds In a life where you survive By the grace of god above And the iron that you drive.We called him the Rapid Roman He was the master of his game He drove on the ragged edge The way so few could do the same.
Prefection was his only goal As he prepared for every race And when sixty one came down the chute You could bet he'd set the pace.
His accomplishments are unequalled By men of greater fame But that doesn't matter We know Evans was his name.
He helped his fellow man In every way he could Then if you beat the sixty one You knew that you did good.
He loved the sport in every phase But when the checked flag would fly His greatest love would soon appear In the children who came by.
then one October morning In a town called Martinsville The sixty one had come to race But racing world stood still.
For god looked down that sunny morn On the man who drove from Rome I need to see you Richie It's time that you came home.
It seems so hard to understand Why god would say come now He has his reasons we don't know We must trust in him somehow.
So Richie left this world of ours To a better life he knew He's with the Father up above Pray someday we will too.
We loved you dearly, Richie You made the orange stand proud No matter where you went to race You always thrilled the crowd.
He left this world his dream complete The reason why because He had a wish to be the best The best there ever was.
Author Unknown