To Sparky, many fond memories of Friday nights at Stafford. And Saturday nights at the park Many happy memories of us trucking together. You will be sadly missed. Johnnydumptruck!

..Look up the word one of a kind and you will find the name John Anderson Jr. ....If you wanted to have more fun than a person could stand you needed to be with John Anderson Jr ...Even if you were only around J.A. one time you would remember that moment for the rest of your life ...That was because John was bigger than life ...That rare one in million type person that could just make you feel like hey that guy  lives life wide open and has so much fun doing it the way life should be i want to be like that guy too....I was a race car owner and raced against J.A. for a couple decades ...In the SK days John was the guy to beat he was at his very best and you needed to be more than your best to beat him ...After years of battling him a crazy thing happened and he ended up driving my car one day.....Boy did that peg the fun meter ...I am grateful that i had many years knowing J.A. ...I will never forget him till we can meet again ...P.S. love the photo in the helicopter reminds me of a 1987 thompson speedway banquet were someone showed up there in one ...i will give you one guess who !!!!!!

Old man I will miss you but I will never forget about you thank you for all your help all the advice you have done for me I love you man I will miss you rest in peace Nacho

Hey Moe.... That's what he called me when I saw him. To me John was bigger than life it's self, always a laugh an smile. I had the honor to have him drive for me and me work for him in FLA. I have to say the best times of my life. John was always flat out no matter what we were doing,work,having a drink or riding our stump pullers (motorcycles).
 Thank you so much Old Man for being a part of my life and me a part of yours.
             '' That's The Deal"
   To the next time we meet, I Love you Bud !!!!!!!!

I believe the real testament of a life well lived is by those that we leave behind who will remember us. I knew you through your daughter and I can say she will live and breathe your memory every day. Rest In Peace that your memory lives on through her and many others!

GIRLS, SO SORRY TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR FATHER OUR LOVE AND PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU LOVE JOE ARLENE AND MIKE

Fly high, John. Sorry I never had the chance to meet you, but I am lucky enough to have your daughter as a dear friend. Thank you for raising such an awesome badass.

Man, SO many memories ... But there was one road trip to a NASCAR race at Watkins Glen, NY, that comes to mind. On the ride back to Connecticut on Sunday, John was running his usual 100 miles per hour on what is now called I-86, west of Binghamton. As we came over a hill, there was a New York State Trooper driving in the other direction. The trooper obviously noticed how fast we were going, because he jammed on his brakes so hard that he damn near stood that patrol car on its nose.

Knowing that the trooper was going to change direction and chase us, John kept the throttle down until we got up and over the NEXT hill, and then he pulled over to the shoulder and stopped. About 15 seconds later, that trooper came flying over the hill, and as he realized he was passing us at about 120 MPH, he locked up the brakes and laid down rubber streaks that looked about 100 yards long.

When he finally finished backing up to where we were parked, he walked back to John's window, visibly angry.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the trooper bellowed.

To which John replied, with a grin, "Just sitting here, waiting for you."

John was just the best. Adios, mi amigo. -- Bones

When I think of my uncle, I remember that huge smile and his laugh.  He loved life, he loved his family and man did he love racing. Everyone has so many crazy stories and I laugh bc the crazier they are the more true they are! I am blessed to have been a part of his life. You will be missed, rest in peace Uncle J

You will be missed by every life you have touched. Until we meet again fly with angels....

Daddy Darlin, you are my north, my south, my east, my west. My working week and Sunday rest. 

This world will never be the same without you but I am so thankful to know you are at peace. 

I promise to follow your lead and be the person you taught me to be: free and without fear! It’s you & me forever - in this life and the next! Je suis pret!!!

Love always, Jaime Baby

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Rare are the people you meet in life who are the kind of people who make life exciting just by being around them. John was such a person. I can't think of anyone I ever knew who lived their life completely on their own terms, John was the exception. From the first day I met him in 1973 and for the next seven years, my life revolved around John and Modified Stock Car Racing. I was lucky enough to be part of the Pit Crew for John and the number 11, Modified Race Car. We raced at Tracks all over New England and were regulars at Stafford Springs Motor Speedway and Riverside Park. To me, John was the best Modified Driver, I ever saw...he was fearless on the Track and no one could get more out of a Racecar than John. We were just a group of friends and family who believed in John and were willing to follow him anywhere and do anything to get the #11 to the track week after week, year after year. I treasure the memories of the time spent working on the # 11 with John during the week, getting it ready for the weekends at Stafford and Riverside. We lived and breathed Modified Racing, it was our whole World and John was our leader. I hope his Family knows how much he was loved and admired by his friends and how much we will treasure always the memories of our times together. He was a true friend and in my eyes he was a Hero, a man I looked up to and admired. I never felt more completely alive than when I was with John, everyday was an adventure, everyday something exciting happened. I miss those days and I will miss John...goodbye my friend.

I only had the opportunity to meet you once, but I’ve been blessed to have the amazing daughter you raised as one of my nearest and dearest for the last decade. She speaks of you like most men wish their daughters would, with pride, respect and love. Your presence on this Earth will be dearly missed by all that knew you, but most intensely by her. Sending love to all of John’s family and friends and especially you Jaime. We love you! Sarah & Greg

I have many fond memories of Uncle John, mostly from the 80s and early 90s. Trips to Stafford and Riverside to see him race were always fun. As a kid, he would always amaze me. If we did a push up, he would do clapping push ups. If we went roller skating, he would skate backwards past my wobbling body. If we played pool, he’d do it one handed and sink the shot. He seemed fearless and unfailing to my young eyes. What a great example of sowing ‘you can do anything’ seeds into a child’s heart.

“The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation,”
-Corrie Ten Boom