I knew Mike from university. Not very well, and I don’t think I’ve seen him for a few years. I remember riding with him back then, and he was just one of the guys. He used to come on group rides and he’d be very normal. Not slow, but not the fastest rider. Just one of us. I think at one point he even had a bit of a belly if I remember correctly. Just a sort of average guy.
Then he started being very… un-average. He moved away and we kept hearing about monster training rides he’d been doing. And then he started podiuming at national endurance events. The belly had gone but he was still the same guy, just faster – a lot faster. Then he did the round the world thing, and the Tour Divide. People started to learn his name and the rest is legendary. For me that was proof that anyone can achieve greatness with the right attitude and serious amounts of grit.
I’ve spent the day quietly trying to work out how I feel about his accident, and why I’m so sad. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s because he was one of us, a normal guy who did completely extraordinary things. And by doing that in his own humble way, he was what we all want be.
So RIP Mike. Perhaps the most inspirational person I ever knew.