"Like many people, I suppose, Jeff was many things. Some of those things were at odds with one another. He was cranky and obstinate, and kind and open-minded. He was opinionated, quick to anger and careless with his words, and soft spoken, thoughtful and caring. He loved food, music, and art, and as part of that art, he loved cars. As others have stated, he had a gift and plied it well on some truly spectacular machines. Machines that few people have had the good fortune of seeing, let alone touching, driving, caring for and repairing. Living automotive history has benefitted from his skill and presence in this world. But not only did he care for machines and food, and music and art, but truth. The truth of the universe. The truth of life. We spent many a long hour in conversation over the mystery of it all, and what science, religion and other enthusiastic pursuits could help inform us of, on such a topic. I had the good fortune of knowing something of Jeff. And of reminding him of someone he knew previous, apparently, one Edwin. Edwin had died too early, too. It allowed him to care about me, to mentor me, to introduce me to others that allowed me to grow, at a time when I needed it. I like to think he benefitted as much from knowing something of me, too, in our many long listening sessions, and conversations. I suppose I will never know. He was my friend. I am hurt. Goodbye, Jeff. Travel well."