As a Dad he was hard to beat, When we were young he looked after us, provided for us, played games with us and made sure we always had what was needed somehow. As we grew up he kept our field bikes running, 1st road bikes going, and going just that bit faster than everyone else's. Cars that needed fixing through to the early hours were pulled straight and on the road for work the next day, Cars that needed welding were welded no matter how long it took with no questions asked. Life advice was always there if needed but never forced upon us and any help needed was on offer if he could. Into adulthood the advice became less but the kettle was on more, the days out at the racing were regular and will be greatly missed. The last year has been horrible to go through, to watch close up what Dad had to go through with Chemo was almost impossible at times and he never once complained about it. Just saying he had to do this to get to the operation and hopeful cure. Even in the last few weeks the strength of character he showed when it was clear things were not good was immense. Dropping him at the hospital when even he had gone as far as he could on his own was the worse moment for me. The family hoped for a miracle but deep down we knew what was coming, and Dad did too although he would never say it to us. The chance of it being the last time we saw him proved to be right although i did get to talk to him briefly a couple of times as his wishes were expressed to me for the future. He was great Dad to me and my brothers and has now left a huge void that will never be filled. Rest in peace Dad and i hope there are lots of rusty things to fix where you are now.