my daddy, Harold Lambert
my earliest memories of my dad in his natural habitat: cooking in carhartts at camp
LRT also has a pretty legendary softball team.
One time my dad called me when the song Sail by Awolnation came on the radio to play it over the phone and tell me he misses me ….. SAIL!!!
he just kept on winning first place in the snow machine race!
senior year for KHS cross country, finally joining sports after just working since he was 13
the bulk of my childhood memories come from my dad and his racing friends talking stories all night and freezing all day on the ice waiting for him to come back for the trophies.. they’ve got some wild stories!
yea, my dad totally dressed like cheech and chong did
My handsome wonderful strong amazing adventurous young crazy and loving father
Yamahas and carhartts were the beginning of lambert racing team with frankie lane!
I guess I’d have to say the hardest thing about being around them after the finish is when they tear the duct tape off their faces..
for senior cheer night my dad did a cartwheel out to give me flowers
Our jam in the 90s:
funny face, i love you
funny face, I need you
my whole world’s wrapped up in you