On July 23, 2022, I left this earthly home to find a new racetrack in the sky. I loved speed and cars since I participated in my first motocross bicycle race when I was five years old. It didn’t take long to advance to dirt bikes, motorcycles (including a phenomenal Suzuki Hayabusa), sports cars, and race cars. Miller Motorsports Park in Erda, Utah, became my second home. It was a place where I made many long-lasting friendships and created many exciting and fun memories.

Unfortunately, these events also had their downside. Accidents and other mishaps resulted in long-term pain and side effects, both physical and emotional.

I was born July 27, 1973, in Murray, Utah, to Dee G. and Alena M. Brown. I attended Taylorsville High School and Salt Lake Community College. My stretch with the U. S. Army began my interest in military vehicles. I remember, many years later, the surprised look on my wife Toni’s face as I drove up to our house in my newest toy, a Deuce and Half military truck.

Antonia (Toni) Martinez and I were married on June 26, 2004, in the Fort Douglas Post Chapel, surrounded by our family and many friends. It was one of the happiest days of our lives.

My career and hobbies intertwined. I spent most of my time drawing and coloring cars and parts for the aftermarket performance car parts industry. My passion for photography was also fulfilled by capturing pictures at auto races and other sports events. It always made me happy to share my automotive knowledge and experience with others.

I leave behind my wife of eighteen years, Antonia (Toni) Martinez, my parents Dee G. Brown and Alena Balmforth, aunt, uncles, step-siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews, many friends, and our puppies Bruno, Wrigley, and Hudson.

I hope to be welcomed to the hereafter by those who have gone and paved the way before me, my grandparents, stepdad, uncles, cousin, friends, and my constant companion, our puppy Gus.

It is my sincere wish that people will not grieve my passing but will find joy in the times we spent together. The next time you see a flash of light streak across the night sky, waive. It may be me racing by to say hello.

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A celebration of Aaron’s life will be held on Sunday afternoon, August 7, 2022, at the pavilion in

Big Cottonwood Regional Park, 4675 South 1590 East, Holladay, Utah


Services Handled By

Larkin Mortuary
260 E South Temple
Salt Lake City, UT

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As I am sitting here trying to collect my thoughts it is hard for me to convey or articulate them in a fluid manner. On one hand, I, like many of you who knew Aaron am grief-stricken. And on the other hand, if Aaron were here, he would be rattling our brains with the endless trivia that he simply just knew.

You see, I worked with Aaron for eight years. Spent two years sharing a small office with him. In the mornings, I struggled to stay awake exhausted from my hour commute. Aaron would come in shortly after with Bruno and Gus Gus in tow. The dogs would jump on me and Aaron would educate me about a finite detail in Star Wars that I otherwise, would never have noticed unless I had a trained mind (I did not).

Aaron was a character that belonged straight out of a pre-home alone era John Hughes film and his desk was filled with car parts, an automatic battery-powered nerf gun, a Thor hammer, and an endless amount of trinkets that all had served a purpose.

Outside, he drove one of many of his eclectic vehicles which included but were not limited to a propane-powered Jeep Honcho, A gutted Mitsubishi Evolution race car, his Yaris on orange wheels, or a literal tank that he would often park on a 90-degree climb on a snow bank.

If you were in earshot of Aaron you probably heard him talk in his alter-ego Eastern European accent which really added humor and a cushion for his impatience for those who he thought lacked common sense which was 97% of the population.

He lived life on his terms. His deep batman-like voice. His thunderous laughs. His never-ending love for the 1UZ engine. His collection of random race car parts. His love for dogs. His brain that had a never-ending hard drive. His perpetual thousand-yard stare. His love of motorsports. His ability to blow up an engine with the most carnage. His unmatched talent as a graphic artist. Lastly, but far from least, his love of going fast.

We will miss, and remember it all.

One last quote I think Biggie would appreciate.

"There he goes....One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production...To weird to live..And too weird to die."

J , Cottonwood Heights, UT, US Aug 01, 2022

Thank you for sharing this J ❤️ It makes my heart so happy

Toni , Salt Lake City , UT, US Aug 08, 2022