Steve brought me over from our Super Honda days to his home grown site. He invited to his house for Hot Import Nights as a stranger to crash on his couch, and we were friends since. My Integras are long gone, as well as my defunct email address linked TI for account reactivation, but the passion for the cars wasn't our linking bond. Steve never met a stranger and could make anyone feel like family. I distinctly remember the phone call from him when his wife passed, where he was more concerned I would learn of her passing on the Internet than processing his own tragedy. I made it for her funeral, where he stood stoic... stronger than I ever could. This was the last time I saw Steve. I got to talk to Steve before Thanksgiving, for which I'm truly grateful. I knew he wasn't doing well, but listening to him, he couldn't have been better. Steve's optics on life where always positive.
I'm going to truly miss my buddy. I hope that everyone has the opportunity to meet a Steve in their lifetime- an absolute selfless man, an eternal optimist, who has the most positive outlook on life, and would celebrate any success of others. If you ever get to meet a person of this caliber, hold on to them for dear life. If you've never met a Steve, I challenge you to become one. Being a good person is easy.
Rest easy, brother, knowing you impacted more people's lives than you could imagine.