I’ve been choked up all day since I heard the news. There was an ocean between us. I didn’t really know the guy all that well, but I felt my gut wrench when I heard.
Sven passed away.
His name was Steve Love. His online name is “Svengalie” and I always called him “Sven” for short. He was a motorcycle “vlogger” (video logger) like me. His YouTube channel was incredibly successful. He ranks second to the top moto-vlogger (Mordeth13). He lived in England and was father to a girl and a boy.
I reminisce over my encounters with him over the past four years and idea that I “didn’t really know the guy”, starts to falter.
He setup an LCD sign in his kitchen with a webcam pointed at it. You could type whatever message you’d like and it would pop up in his home. He messaged me one day while I was at work and asked, “You wanna run around my house?” “What the hell are you talking about Sven?” I said. He gave me access to a robot I could control remotely and for a half hour I got a feel for what it was like in the Svengalie household from 6,000 miles away.
Then there was the time where he asked if there was room for a co-pilot on my trip through Latin America. I said, “Sure! …but if we don’t get along, prepare to go solo.” I never saw Steve as a guy I wouldn’t get along with, but after a couple months on the road with someone, anything can happen. “Ditto”, he said.
Things didn’t work out, and he couldn’t come along. I was in Mexico when news of divorce came through Facebook. I begged him to get his ass over to the Americas, and put 20,000 miles under his belt. That’s what I would do, but who am I to know what’s right for him? He’s on my YouTube subscriber list every week, not my couch.
A hacker was hitting motorcycle vlogging websites and Steve was nice enough to warn me and others that someone is gunning for us. He posted his house for sale and I scrolled through the pictures. A flood of memories came through. I had seen hundreds of his videos over the past four years. Many took place in different rooms and the house listing was so familiar to me. I could probably navigate through it in the dark as if I had been there in person.
“That’s where he scared the hell out of a friend by wiring a firework to the ignition of his GS.”
“That’s where he did all his product reviews.”
“That’s where his children played.”
I’m going to be in England in April, and I was looking forward to meeting Steve in person. He said if I was ever “over the pond” he’ll buy me pint, and I believed he would.
What I can say about Steve is limited. He shared a piece of his life with us online and keeps other things private, like we all do. But I realize now that I knew him much more than I thought and like a lot of people, I’m going to miss him.
Rest in peace Steve.