What I remember about Georges relationship was Corinne - an angel that unfortunaley died like George, way too early. We often rode on trips together and slept in tents that we attched to our motorcycles. I drove the U-Haul and moved the contents into the first house in California. I also know that Corinne needed a Kidney transplant and went back to NY to see if her sisters might be a match, her condition got worst and she had to stay there for 3 months or so - and when she returned surprising George, she was surprised with this young gem that was spending Georges money, money that I never saw a cent of even though I came up with the idea - encouraging George to take a design by an engineer in california, and adapt for our purpose. He offered me partnership in this new company but I was encouraged not to join him as his wife felt with me staying there with him, he would find it more difficult to return back to NY. She wanted to return as all of her family was there and she only had a certain amount of time to complete her work to get her teaching degree. Needless to say, she never was able to call NY home again until her divorce. We were not allowed to talk again as George put a stipulation in the divorce that she could not talk to me as she was very upset that I never recieved a dime for my work, nor did I get the return repair work that was promised to me. He did return twice again and offered me positions within the company, but I was encourage by both Corinne and my then wife to not accept the position. One of my last conversations with Corinne was telling me what happened, how she was bought a Porche 938 and later I believe a Mercedes after she wrecked the Porche as George tried to make things better. Having diabetes, Corinne lost vision in 1 eyes, had surgery and regained vision only to lose it in the other eye. She told me of her plans for divorce and wanted to include fighting to get me what she felt was monies long over due. George himself told me after numerous calls to Corinne that she was divorced and was not alllowed to talk with me, she died shortly after that due to complications in her illness. I once asked george for some moniey to build a motorcycle and promised to allow useage for advertsing for his business. He changed from one of my best friends to a business man that said " any show of monies to you, would stipulate a issue that he did want to deal with". Our final conversation was brought on by George shortly before his death, he wanted to assemble all of our friends we hung out with. He told me he was gonna return to NY in less tahn a year but would contact me prior so I could make arrangements to locate all and that money wasn't an issue, and we would all get together in a big venue for a reunion. Never did I believe this was a way of him planning to say his final goodbyes. He also stated for the first time that he wanted to make things right between the 2 of us. I was so blown away that I never asked to the details. I tried calling about a year or less later and found that we would never get together again. I have numerous photos to document most of our fun times together if there is anyone that cares to see them.

I don't really remember you much but the story I remember is that you left my uncle because you got pregnant with another man's baby. The memory I have with my uncle is when he would try to teach me how to play pool and then chase me around the pool table. My favorite memory with him was when he picked me up from school up the road from his house in the golf cart blasting Highway to Hell in front of all the teachers and my 2nd grade classmates.

Cathy Summers

11 years ago

Hello Alexandra, Your uncle was a very special man. After five years of courtship, we were engaged to be married in July 1999. Due to circumstances that I'm not going to list here (but your family, particularly your grandfather and his then-wife Bonnie, is very aware of), I ended that engagement and our relationship in September of that same year. After moving out, getting an apartment and a new job, I met someone else in January 2000. We had an adorable son in January 2001 - he's 11 now and about to enter 6th grade. I recall my time with your uncle fondly and please give my best to your mom & dad. Given the nature of the Internet, I felt compelled to ensure that the facts of that time are accurately represented. Best of luck to you!

Bonnie Bachman

11 years ago

Dear Alexandra, Your Uncle George was extremely intelligent with a keen business mind. Like your grandpa George he enjoyed being involved and busy . His knowledge and adoration for building up instead of braking apart small companies exposed all of us to very interesting people and events. Actually for me it was a whole new world opened up learning a great deal. His second love of cars was fascinating and brought your Uncle George great pleasure. Your Uncle was multi layered meaning much more then meets the eye. Those of us whom loved him looked deeper then the obvious. Some was joyful and some very painful but all made George--George. Although I was not permitted to be there to say goodbye Your uncle knew I was there in spirit. He understood our relationship and hopefully it gave him joy in its own way while on earth..and meaning to his importance in my life from heaven.. If he understood that no one else had to..Alexandra I can still see your little round face,hear Amandas laugh and feel Matthews hugs. Please know memories are important and the ones we created are forever in my heart. I loved your uncle George . Blessings , Bonnie Bachman

I guarantee none of you know me. I met George in 1996. I installed the stereo in his house in Rancho Santa Fe / Fairbanks Ranch. On a few occasions he would watch me work and want to talk about life. Nothing really pointed, just about the ups and downs and how to keep pushing. I could tell that he was going through a difficult time, but he always had really inspiring and positive words. On a couple of occasions he offered me the opportunity to come back on the weekend and drive some cars in his collection. Not accepting his offers was very difficult, but professional. I remember bumping into him at a Tom Petty concert in San Diego and he offered to buy beer for me and my friends. He was always generous. I only spent a week or two's worth of time with him, but he made an impression on me. I think about him now and then and I'm glad I found this site. Its 2011, Ive know about his death for sometime now. He made an impression on me. Rest in Peace George.

George and I met back at Tempo Instruments that his father owned back then. We enjoyed an interest in motorcycles and cars and it was George that drove home my first motorcycle back in 1980 and taught me how to ride it. 2 weeks later, a bunch of us took the bikes to Penn, a trip we repeated numerous times with sleeping bags and small tents strapped to our bikes, often with our woman. We eventually started a small business together and cause of an idea of mine, George moved to California to start the new company. I regret at times not going with my friend but was urged not to by Corrine, his wife then, as he promised to return back to NY in a few years where she could continue her teaching career. George did great with everything he handled and it was such a great shame to lose this person, and to lose him so early in his life! Miss you George.

George and I met in 1993. He was 35 and larger than life. He was president and founder of Tempo Research. He drove a 911 convertible, the top always down and usually with a cigarette in hand. His easy smile under his mustache and shock of thick reddish brown hair are most memorable. Standing at 6'4" tall, his family called him Baby George (he was Jr.). He was strong and tough yet loving and gentle. He loved Italian food. How many special evenings did we spend at Manhattan's in La Jolla?? He loved to gamble in Vegas (Mr. S does Bally's) and take in the sun poolside in Palm Springs (Marriott Desert Springs) -- usually in February to celebrate Valentine's Day and my birthday. His car collection was amazing. Racing down I-5 in the 355. I almost always drove. I loved that about him. Making me happy was the thing he loved most. Like the Bentley he bought because I looked so cute leaning out of the back seat. The six years we spent together seemed so much longer -- and like a lifetime ago. I wish we could have just one more day together. Just like it was in the beginning before other things got in the way. I don't think I told him how much I loved him near enough, even though I did every day. I never could tell him I didn't, even afterward. A piece of my heart was and will always be his.