Back 1985 when I first met Steve, he was just some young chap of nineteen dating my friend Jill.  Little did I realise he would turn out to be such a great friend.
Steve supported me at all my Mini Seven motor racing events.  On one particular weekend he did a double shift at work, drove 200 miles, pit crewed for me and then drove home – I think he must have been awake for over 36 hours!  And on another occasion when he saw me struggling to measure something with a ruler, he took me to the trade stand and bought me the best vernier calipers on sale, and I still use them almost every day and of course now think of Steve.
I remember a time when I was going through a bit of a low point.  Next thing I know, Steve and Jill were on my doorstep having driven all the way down to Brentwood to cheer me up.
As I sit here writing this trying not to bubbler, I can hear Steve saying ”pull yourself together yer soft southerner”! He always had a way of getting directly to the point and telling it like it is.
Steve was quite simply one in a million with the biggest heart ever.  I consider myself lucky to have been his friend.  Rest in peace big guy.