My old dad used to say to me that you knew you were getting old when it seemed like every other week you had to attend a friend’s funeral.
I scoffed; but now I understand what he meant – it’s not funerals with me but rather writing cyclists’ obituaries; men from the international stage like Michele Scarponi, Harm Ottenbros, Dean Woods, Norman Hill and Bernard Tapie.
And men who I called friends; Alan Hewitt, Sandy Wallace, Heiko Salzwedel, Grant Thomas and most recently, Richard Moore.
Sadly, I must another to the list, my old GS Modena, Brummie team mate, Steve Beech.