Tracey Earl Grant (6 Oct 1959 - 31 Mar 2022)

Thanks so much for your support over the years. No more pain, Rest in peace.

Remembering all the dog walks we had with gladness. RIP mate.

Tracey, what can I say, we had laughs and took the piss got drunk and spent many miles on motorbikes speeding through France and Italy sleeping in tents and hotels, a funny memory of Tracey : we rode through the night towards Italy on the first night we all stopped at a roadside area where you can camp. We all had a bbq and quite a few beers, Tracey set his tent up right next to mine and proudly produced his gleaming new pots pans cooked and every other camping things he brought along all packed fastidiously into his bike luggage, we all got drunk and went to bed about 12 at night. I was woken by some clanging and clinking of metal and the noises from Tracy’s tent! “What’s going in Trace ?” He came back with I’m getting my bike packed up to which I looked at my watch it was 3am!! “It’s flipping 3am!! I shouted !! He came back with but I’ve got a lot to put away it’s alright for you you only have a few bits! Of course I laughed (not) it eventually went quiet and I got a bit more sleep ( well until Kenny decided that Gorillas in the mist was the best way to wake everyone one up at 6am followed by 8 fat blokes doing mad Lizzie style warm ups which Tracey thought was mad and so declined. Well after sitting having tea abs bacon rolls we were all packed up our bikes watched by Tracey who was all proud of his OCD style of his bike while we all stuffed bits here and there. Once we were all ready to go we heard a comment from Tracey “ right cone on you two fuckers (talking to me abs mark) give me my bike keys!” Not me I said not me said , he wasn’t having it he insisted and insulted us for ten minutes but no keys were given up! Suddenly a thought occurred to me “err trace what was you wearing last night ?” It was the free jackets we forced the poor guy at helmet city to give us about 3wks before. So there we where 8 blokes ready to go all the while watching Tracey unpack his immense amount of luggage to find the jacket and there they were his bike keys. Of course Tracey went out of his way to apologise to me and mark ( did he bollocks he got on his bike and grinned and rode off)!!! With us all never mentioning it again until we stopped every time for the next week!!
One of many trip stories of this man and his ways.
RIP mate ride /drive fast and grin forever more.

In loving memory of Tracey. Rest in Peace. X

Rest in peace Tracey, sleep well x
Tracey xx

A man who's positive outlook in the last few months should be an example to all of us. A memorable character of which his family can feel justly proud.

My wife and I only met Tracey once and that was at the R8 Adventures trip to the Red Bull factory. Apart from his interest in cars, in the course of the day we learned something of his story and we were in awe of his resilience and positive outlook. We were very pleased to hear he did the NC500 tour and thanks should go to Paul for making that possible for him. A truly outstanding character, one to be much admired and his family can feel very proud of him. Our thoughts are with them at this sad time.

it was sad news to hear that Tracey lost his battle with Terminal Cancer.
Tracey was one of our very first members of our R8 Adventures Club. He bought his R8 when he was first diagnosed with a bucket list of trips that he wanted to accomplish in his car.
During his time with the club he attended many events and made many friends within this club and it was an honour to have him as a member and a friend, to share these experiences with him. One of his big ambitions was to complete the scottish NC500 Tour and just before his last birthday, we managed to help him achieve this goal.
Tracey was a great and genuine person and will be truly missed as a member and also as a friend. Our wish is he is now resting in peace. Our thoughts and prayers are with his family at this difficult time.