Richard Edward Smith was a good soul. Don't get me wrong—he had his faults, and everyone who knew him would agree—but he loved people and would do just about anything to help someone in need.

Richard attended school in Bristol, Indiana, where he discovered his love for baseball and, of course, a little mischief. He later attended Lakeland Schools, where he developed a passion for wrestling while continuing to keep everyone on their toes.

He loved hunting, fishing, riding BMX bikes, and tinkering with anything that had a motor or electronics. If it could be taken apart and put back together, Richard was already working on it.

Richard was married to Kimberly Richards for a few years before the two divorced. After that, he embraced life as a free spirit, undoubtedly frustrating his fair share of women along the way.

He worked at Home Manufacturing Industries and also enjoyed hauling Amish workers in the mornings and after work. He spent several years working in construction as well.

Richard adored his nieces, Shelby, Mattalynn, and Phoebe, and his nephew, Koehl. He always wanted children of his own, but that simply wasn't in the cards for him. Instead, he poured that love into the kids in his life. He taught them all how to ride bikes, bought Koehl his first Haro BMX bike, spent countless hours riding with them, taking them to the skate park, and, of course, showing off a little.

Richard was far from perfect, and he'd be the first to tell you that. But beneath all the mischief, the roaring engines, and the occasional feathers he ruffled was a heart of pure gold. If you needed a helping hand, a ride at 5:00 in the morning, or someone to figure out why an engine wouldn't run, Richard was there.

He leaves behind a legacy of grease-stained hands, unforgettable stories, and kids who will never forget who taught them to ride a bike—or how to push the limits just a little. Rest easy, Richard. We hope wherever you are, there's always something to take apart and an open road waiting for you.