Shane Tucker died Sunday May 3rd 2009 aged 44 It is so hard to eloquently put into just a few lines just how important and special Shane was, to do justice to a such a fantastic person, and to adequately convey how shattered and ruined I feel my life to be without him. Shane loved motor sport of all kinds. Bikes - he had always had one, he could ride or drive anything with an engine -cars, go-karts, quads, lawnmowers, tractors, forklifts, JCBs anything, but like lots of men who love motor sport it was cars and bikes that held the greatest attraction. He went for a ‘blast’ while we (wife & son) were at a kiddies birthday party. He knew how his being out on his bike worried me and had text me twice though the afternoon to say he was ok and later was still ok. No one who knew his abilities understands why he crashed and died where he did. The accident investigation officers attribute it to the half pint over the legal driving limit, those of us who had ridden pillion or from just being with him in a car, will find that hard to believe. However if that information stops his any of his friends, biking or otherwise, from having ‘just a half’ more on a sunny day or quick drink on the way home and means they will actually get home to see their families, then a small bit of good will have resulted from such a miserable tragedy. Shane had an incredible desire to succeed; he was fiercely competitive and hated to lose. He was also an amazingly gentle man, he changed peoples lives, helped anyone he could, was generous, kind and thoughtful. He truly and completely spoilt me and has left some amazing memories of fun and laughter. He was the light in my life and without him I feel empty, lost and, although we have the most gorgeous and precious son, my life is not the bright, shiny and happy place he made it for me. Shane had everything to live for; life was busy, full, exciting, challenging and loud now there is quiet, boring dullness. He had only been a daddy for two years, ten months but was a brilliant one, kind, fun, firm and fair, enjoying the brief but excitement packed evening interactions, quick morning cuddles and family time at weekends, he was planning to lose weight and get fitter to be able to take an active part in the football, cricket or rugby that was soon to be on the way. I will forever miss the silly singing, the ‘old ones are the best’ jokes, and the way he could look at me and make me melt, even if we were in the middle of an argument and I wanted to be cross. Once past 40 he said he was too old to die young but life for Shane was absolutely too short and for me will be too long without him.