I used to get a knock at the door, usually about 9 on a Sunday evening. Mike woulda run out of tubes and wanted to ride late through town - I guess 3/5 times I’d join him. He’d fix his tube at my place and we’d head for a spin. I could never keep up. We’d chill somewhere a get a late coffee and at some point about half 11 I’d head home - YSB wouldn’t. He’d still be spinning until 2, flaring up at speed and always spotted yet not.
The guys enthusiasm for life is outstanding. He didn’t give a shit that I was slower than him, I’m ten years older for a start and many kilos too. He just wanted to ride. Always.
Mike, Apollo and I headed out one Sunday, on the search for coffee. Mike had’nt been in town too long yet seemed to know baristas on first name terms, talked, laughed, joked, got coffee and we rode on. That particular Sunday even though it was social we all got soaked. Piss, wet, through.
Memory serves we landed somewhere just off Essex road and hid from the elements for a bit. Mike went out again, I headed home, I think Apollo did the same (I may be wrong of course, call me out Bru)
Energy, that’s what Mike always gave without any need for it to be given back. He rode as he loved To ride, just ride to be free and ride for the love of it
I’ve not spoken about his passing until now as I felt I never really could, but that big ass smile, that energy, the vibe to ride he gives is immense and I can’t let that pass without saying a huge Thankyou from spending time with a guy I respect so much
I’m glad to have spent time with such an awesome human.