There will be many stories over the next few days and months to be added, but one I'll never forget is the "possum".  He would often leave his motorcycle on the front porch of his then home.  He jumped on bike to head to my place that evening and about the time he hit the freeway and freeway speeds, a possum came out from below the fairing above the handle bars of bike climbing on tank, manages to bite his gloved hand before he snatches it with the other and throws it to ground - all while going 70 on an interstate.  It was such an incredulous event, I was sure he was exaggerating a bit. But there they were - possum footprints were on the tank of bike when he arrived.  Needless to say he was a bit exited, but being the accomplished rider he was, it was all handled with his usual composure.  I bet the cars around him were quite surprised.  Bye Bye Possum.

Just about everyone has a "Scott" story - or two, or three.  Be sure to post here or under Tributes - I'd love to read them.