Rick and I would play for hours in and around Mr. Remys garage when we were little. He was trying to work on his trucks but would stop to help us, always with a big smile. He taught me how to fix things like my bike when the chain broke. He could always find the part I needed somewhere in his garage to get me going again. Not sure if he knew how special this was to me. Thank you Mr. Remy for all the help and guidance when I was at a young age.