We are deeply sorry for your loss - the staff at Potter Funeral Home
Reports of his death have been greatly exaggerated - but none more so than his life. He worked hard, played hard, and did it all harder, stronger, faster than anyone else who had ever lived.... but even if he didn't, he would have told you he had anyway because he was an epic storyteller!
Horace L. Geer, Jr., born February 23, 1972, lived his life like he was stuffing the skinny pedal to the mat in a stock car. It has not been reported if he received his trophy on Sunday, October 3, 2021 after passing the finish line with the checkered flag waving. If he was here to tell us, it would certainly be the biggest trophy NASCAR ever had molded.
Horace "Junior" was predeceased by his father, Horace Geer, Sr. He is survived by a loyal pit crew starting with his wife, Sara; three children, Eric, Kyle, and Jessica; the heir to the wheel of the Geer & Sons #8 go-kart, his grandson, Marcelo; and their miniature wolfpack. As well as his mother Sally; brother Len; and sister Kerri. Junior also leaves behind many nieces, nephews, and cousins.
A man of all seasons; in spring you could find Junior in upstate New York on the Salmon River. In summer he might ask you to join him for a weekend trip to Maine for a hike up Katahdin and a rafting trip on the Penobscot. In fall he could be found sitting in a tree stand or tending the harvest of his garden (wink!). By winter, you could find him avoiding the cold on the couch with Sara and the dogs under a blanket in front of the TV. In any season he could be found under a nuisance tree for one of his many loyal customers yelling something like, "I saw Bugs Bunny do it in a cartoon once, I'm pretty sure I can do it!" And to the surprise of many - even his own crew - he could.
Please keep all of his family, friends, customers, and crewmen (past and present) in your thoughts during this difficult time. And always remember:
"Rubbin's racin', Baby! Rubbin' is racin' "