I haven't known what to write here - how do you say what's so hard to say? - but mashton's words have spurred me on. Echoing what sano said too, I remember seeing Paul on the Dunwich Dynamo last year, just cruising along on howevermuch-worth of bike, with a dim five-quid light feebly attached. The discrepancy was very Paul and it amused me in those surreal dark hours through the night.
Every time we saw Paul he had a huge grin on his face as he rolled along at his own pace - sometimes faster, sometimes slower. I thought to myself "when I grow up, I want to cycle like fiddy". That's as true now as it was then.
Goodbye Paul, go safely. That smile and the tinkle in your eye will be missed.
I haven't known what to write here - how do you say what's so hard to say? - but mashton's words have spurred me on. Echoing what sano said too, I remember seeing Paul on the Dunwich Dynamo last year, just cruising along on howevermuch-worth of bike, with a dim five-quid light feebly attached. The discrepancy was very Paul and it amused me in those surreal dark hours through the night.
Every time we saw Paul he had a huge grin on his face as he rolled along at his own pace - sometimes faster, sometimes slower. I thought to myself "when I grow up, I want to cycle like fiddy". That's as true now as it was then.
Goodbye Paul, go safely. That smile and the tinkle in your eye will be missed.