A few months ago a cyclist named Paul Ingels contacted me via Strava to suggest that I might like to join the Strava over 70 group, as I record on Strave as 'David (1947)' he had correctly deduced that I was over 70.
I joined and also started to follow Paul, he lived in California and like to post photos of his rides which were generally through lovely scenery of mountains, lakes and rivers with a background of perfect blue skies. A very welcome antidote to the long grey winter we were experiencing in the UK.
He obviously loved his cycling had had recently taken delivery of a new carbon framed road bike which he was happy with.
On Sunday a Strava entry appeared under his name, title 'my final ride'. In it his son wrote that Paul had been hit by a car while out riding and had died instantly.
I didn't know the man, but the tragic unfair randomness of his fate has affected me deeply, it could happen to any of us
I joined and also started to follow Paul, he lived in California and like to post photos of his rides which were generally through lovely scenery of mountains, lakes and rivers with a background of perfect blue skies. A very welcome antidote to the long grey winter we were experiencing in the UK.
He obviously loved his cycling had had recently taken delivery of a new carbon framed road bike which he was happy with.
On Sunday a Strava entry appeared under his name, title 'my final ride'. In it his son wrote that Paul had been hit by a car while out riding and had died instantly.
I didn't know the man, but the tragic unfair randomness of his fate has affected me deeply, it could happen to any of us