The motorsports community is built on speed, competition, and innovation—but it is sustained by people. Few embodied that truth more fully than Michael Printup. His passing is a profound loss, not just to a track or a series, but to an entire sport shaped by his passion, integrity, and quiet strength.

Michael Printup was more than a leader; he was a steward of racing’s soul. Those who worked alongside him knew a man driven not by ego, but by responsibility—to the fans, the competitors, the teams, and the generations yet to fall in love with motorsports. His influence reached far beyond the grandstands and pit lanes. He understood that racing is about people first, and the sport was better because of it.
The cause of Michael Printup’s passing is not what defines this moment. What matters is the life he lived and the legacy he leaves behind. He gave everything to motorsports—his time, his energy, his vision—and did so with humility and unwavering commitment. In moments of challenge, he was steady. In moments of growth, he was thoughtful. And in moments of celebration, he always made sure others were recognized before himself.
Under his leadership, motorsports didn’t just move forward—it endured. He believed in preserving tradition while embracing progress, ensuring that history and innovation could coexist. That balance is rare, and it is one of the reasons his impact will be felt for decades to come.
Beyond titles and accomplishments, Michael was a friend. A mentor. A listener. Someone who understood that the sport thrives when the people within it feel valued. Stories shared in paddocks, late-night conversations after long race weekends, and his genuine care for others are the memories that now carry the most weight.
Michael Printup’s passion shaped our sport. His leadership strengthened it. And his absence will be deeply felt.
But he will never be forgotten.
His legacy lives on in every lap turned, every fan welcomed through the gates, and every effort made to protect the heart of motorsports. We honor him not only by remembering who he was—but by continuing to care for the sport the way he did.
Rest in peace, Michael Printup. Thank you for everything.


























































































