In Loving Memory of Christian H. Smith (“Smitty”)

Chris Smith was born in Lakewood, Ohio, on April 14, 1958, to Joyce and Norman Smith. At the age of nine, his family moved to Rocky River, Ohio, where he grew up and completed his education. It was there, through the time he spent with his father, that his passion for racing began.

Chris was truly one of a kind. He was exceptionally intelligent, naturally curious, and possessed a wonderfully wicked sense of humor. He had a way of looking at the world that was uniquely his own.

Chris was a true craftsman and a man who could figure out just about anything. His career included working in the oil field, working as a salesman, and owning his own trailer business. He spent much of his professional life in the fire sprinkler industry, where he began as an apprentice and worked his way up to becoming a Certified NICET Level 4. He eventually became the manager of the Tampa branch—a tremendous accomplishment that reflected both his intelligence and determination.

But Chris was happiest when he was working with his hands. His garage was often his second home. If there was a car, racecar, truck, motorcycle, or anything with an engine that needed attention, chances were Chris would be somewhere nearby figuring it out. And if you were lucky enough to ask for his help, you could count on getting the answer—along with a little good-natured teasing and, of course, some sage advice.

Chris was a talented musician, with a love for music that was another expression of his creativity. He also trained in martial arts.

Chris loved his wife and family deeply. They were the loves of his life. He is survived by his wife, Karen; his children, Stephanie Jean (Marc) and Ian Niels; and his beloved “Grand Girls,” who brought him so much joy. He also leaves behind family and friends who will remember him not only for what he accomplished, but for the laughter, stories, lessons, and memories he gave them.

Chris lived life in his own way. He was smart, stubborn, funny, hardworking, talented, and never afraid to tackle a challenge. He could build it, fix it, race it, or tell you exactly how it should be done.

And somehow, he probably would have found a way to work a grill and a guitar into the whole thing.

Chris will be deeply missed, forever loved, and remembered with a smile by all who had the privilege of knowing him.