My name
                                    is Mal and as a lot of you are aware, I wasn’t lucky enough to know Mark for the length of time that others have.
                                     
                                    
                                    Although
                                    I knew Mark for only three short years – those three years filled my life with all the excitement of a team preparing
                                    for the greatest race of their lives – Im sure Heidi and the girls will know the feeling of excitement around the place
                                    when Mark was “in tune”.
                                     
                                    Mark
                                    blazed a trail across my line of sight like a 65 AFX Factory Experimental on the gas – Crazy, unpredictable and always
                                    surging forward.
                                     
                                    From
                                    the day Mark said to me “lets go get your engine” (we drove to Adelaide and back in 24 hours after Id waited
                                    some time  for it to be finished) – we found a common bond, and that was to “never wait for tomorrow".
                                     
                                    Most
                                    here would know that Mark was never shy about “staging up” when there was a car to make faster….I think
                                    Stu, Phil Mick, Theo, and John know all about that.
                                     
                                    Mark
                                    was not all “converter and gears” though – He loved situations where he could “walk” people
                                    through their difficulties with their cars - where he could train, instruct and educate without the barriers of people’s
                                    pride and ignorance delaying the message.
                                     
                                    I think
                                    in that we saw a common enemy – we both could never understand people’s unwillingness to listen and take good
                                    advice on board.
                                     
                                    He taught
                                    people, and in doing so he proved himself to be a true intellectual – and of course anyone who witnessed his ability
                                    to explain complex Physics and mechanical engineering theories – saw a genius – in another life he could been
                                    another Enzo Ferrari or a NASA engineer – but I think we were ALL pretty lucky he was Mark.
                                     
                                    Mark
                                    would purr through these chances to teach others  like a Ferrari F40 at 8000 rpm down the Mulsanne straight (that’s
                                    the main straight at Le Mans.)
                                     
                                    If I
                                    can ask you all - Remember the last time he gave you some advice or gave you tip – well if you listen very carefully
                                    - can hear the echo of the TT V8 that was Mark "on song",  even now - …….
                                     
                                    This
                                    day is a about remembering all the different things that went into Mark the man however – and Id like to reminisce -
                                    
                                     
                                    When
                                    we arrived in Adelaide on the engine collection trip, it was 1.00 am we bunked down at my Mothers place –
                                     
                                    I should
                                    mention that my Mother is an active eighty year old – and in her day was a qualified Electronics Engineer and Maths
                                    teacher.
                                     
                                    As we
                                    staggered through the door – my Mother was, as usual, ready with a barrage of questions particularly as to why I “needed”
                                    a new motor…..(Mother’s are like that!!!)
                                     
                                    I still
                                    remember Mark explaining the issue of the two distinct plains when dealing with rocker arm geometry of a V8 engine to her,
                                    I can still see that sly smiling look of “is she getting this”?????…
                                     
                                    …...and
                                    I remember my mother validating his efforts by correcting him on the definition of a vector vs a “plane”!!!!………
                                     
                                    …I
                                    just fell asleep on the floor and left them to it!!
                                     
                                    But
                                    this was the true Mark – We all know he was at his best being the “Harry Firth” to the little guy –
                                    and my car out there is testament to the confidence he could instil in others – but which was so sadly lacking in himself.
                                     
                                    Of course
                                    let’s not “armorall the dash” here - Mark could be as cranky as a 750 HP Hemi with fouled plug!!!!! When
                                    he wanted to be - 
                                     
                                    But
                                    he could joke and wise crack like the winning team at Bathurst,
                                     
                                    He could
                                    drive like Ayrton Senna…(although he’d probably prefer Bandini or Schumacher being a Ferrari man)
                                     
                                    And
                                    he could smile like he’d just broken a lap record…..……….and you just knew everything was under
                                    control.
                                     
                                    I feel
                                    sure that sometimes he believed that if he didn’t keep busy – or if he was frustrated by life – the “backmarkers”
                                    would catch him – and so he was always looking to what was around the next bend – and he took those corners at
                                    WOT……always on the edge – in perfect harmony with the goal that was in his mind.
                                     
                                    Mark
                                    was as complex as any friend could be – but more than anything – like a blueprinted motor, he was born to run,
                                    and run hard.………..and there wouldn’t be one person in this place that wouldn’t dearly love to
                                    be able to catch him just to say goodbye.
                                     
                                    But!!!!
                                     
                                    Mark
                                    was about achievement and moving fwd – not looking back - and Im sure he’d prefer for me to end this speech by
                                    re-enforcing his viewpoint on life – which was to “get er done”
                                     
                                    For
                                    myself – Ill just say to Mark – “I cant sell the damn car now can I?”
                                     
                                    And for us
                                    all - I feel sure that his last message to us all would be – Ladies and Gentlemen, start your engines – there’s
                                    a race to win....................
                                     
                                    And
                                    its called Life.