Scott Hoover - January 20, 1957-July 21, 2006

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Weep not for me now that I have passed. Remember the laughter, the affection, the joy not just the recent tears. Cherish the memories, our hopes and dreams. Hold fast to the love that we shared. Be happy with the time we spent together and being anew. For I am not really gone, I am closer than ever before. As the morning sun rises and throughout the busy day...I am with you. Until the setting sun disappears on the horizon and we watch the day turn into night...I am here. You may feel a faint breeze stir round your head, while you slumber as I gently kiss your forehead, "Good night." The stars that shine so brightly in my heavenly sky help me watch over you and keep you from harm. I am the wind in the trees and the song of a bird. I am moonbeams in a midnight sky and a glorious rainbow after the storm. I am morning dew and freshly-fallen snow. I am a butterfly flying overhead and a puppy happily at play. I am a smile on a stranger's face a gentle touch a warm embrace. Listen to the wind for my message of love. Watch the sun rise and set in the sky with me. Feel my essence encircle you with warm memories. Open your heart to know...I am not gone. Reach deep into your soul...You will find me. I am here. Have no fear. I am with you, Always.

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July 21, 2006 was a sad day for GSB as it lost one of its long-time members and a very dear friend to many due to a lingering liver illness he was battling for some time. "Hoov" as he was fondly called, was the epitome of friendship who never failed to give each new member a warm GSB welcome. "Damn glad to meet ya!" was a fond greeting one would hear from Scott. GSBers christened him with many terms of endearment such as "The T3 Ant Terminator at Road Atlanta" or "The Rolling Chicane". He engaged in friendly banter often, even when we all poked fun at his frequently polished white rims on his CBR, albeit spending more time in the garage; going home after only 1 run up 129; or his leisurely riding pace. But no matter who you were, he always offered help, his company and frienship. He will surely be missed by many. "I'm slow. I know. Get over it!", as he would often say. Don't worry Hoov, enjoy your ride up in the sky at your pace. Godspeed. *Pics courtesy of Tuna."

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A Tribute To Hoov By Specter (Luke)

I met a stranger when I began riding motorcycles. A stranger who was 'damn glad to meet me.' A guy that was willing to show me the ropes, educate me on the basics and even lend me a hand if I needed it. Someone that told me "sweat washes off but road rash does not." He always stressed the importance of 'wear your gear,' always 'ride your pace' and 'chicken strips are not a bad thing.'

I knew a man who loved motorcycling and everything related. He loved to show me his collection of die cast modes and VHS recordings of his favorite races. His garage was decorated with the greats. Huge life-size posters captured skills that I could never imagine. Souvenirs covered his walls. A toolbox stood in the corner that was loaded with all the most important tools. Front stands, rear stands, I tell you, this man must have known it all. He drove a Honda, the best of the best. It had signature white wheels and a custom finish that everyone remembered. He would tell me great stories about his early days of riding. A place he called 'the twisties.' A place where he could just go away and forget it all. A place where the men were separated from the boys. A place where if you did not know what you were doing, you could get hurt very fast. I would listen to his stories with enthusiasm and excitement, as I had not seen these 'twisties' yet. He told me stories about dodging beavers and gravel. Stories about the races he had been to and the friends he had made. Friends that he referred to as his motorcycle brethren or his second family. I could hardly believe such a great place existed. Slowly but surely we became good friends. He was a spontaneous individual that would call me at the last minute to 'come on over and throw some dogs on the grill' so we could watch the race together. Or, he would call at 2:00 in the morning to go to the Waffle House so he would not be alone. He was a kind and caring person that would give you the shirt off his back and the last dollar in his pocket. We shared stories about our lives, shared laughs and made memories I will never forget. My first run up 129, his favorite road, he insisted on 'sweeping.' I'm sure he could have flown right by me at any moment, but he didn't. He kept his word and stayed back to keep an eye on me. That's how I knew him, a man of integrity.

I lost a friend but his legacy will be remembered, not just recalled. I hope to continue to live my life as thoughtful and courteous as he did. He was a role model. He was a mentor. He was an enthusiast that would share information and experience. He truly was the definition of camaraderie. He loved this place more than anything. He was a great friend! Scott Hoover, I will remember the times we had and will miss you always. Your friend, Spec.

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A Tribute To Hoov By The Big Katuna (David)

This comes to mind pretty quick, Hoov posted this awhile back. Although he didnt write it, it suits him pretty good:

If you can start the day without caffeine, If you can get going without pep pills, If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains, If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles, If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it, If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time, If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when through no fault of yours, something goes wrong, If you can take criticism and blame without resentment, If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him, If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend, If you can face the world without lies and deceit, If you can conquer tension without medical help, If you can relax without liquor, If you can sleep without the aid of drugs, If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have no prejudice against, creed, color, religion or politics, If you can give love unconditionally without pressure or expectation, Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your dog.

- Author Unknown

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A Tribute To Hoov By OneOfHisFaves (Cathy)

Live To Ride-------neil young

Live to ride Ride my dream machine Good conditions Sometimes extreme Running from the daily grind He was , he was a friend of mine Gonna take a long long time But the pain will fade away Running from the daily grind He was, he was a friend of mine Live to ride Ride in the lonesome wind Cross the line You can't come back again Never let a dream machine Gather dust in your garage Gonna take a long long time But the pain will fade away Live to ride Your dream machine

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Posted by one of Hoov's best friends, our own Big Katuna/Dave


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we sure had some great times together. Hoov loved the ladies. I'm sure he is up there trying to make breakfast for someone.

I believe these were the last pics taken of Hoov at the FM. :(