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Lockerbie Scotland Plane Crash(10 posts)

Lockerbie Scotland Plane CrashSteve Davis
Mar 13, 2001 10:54 AM
In the Best and Worst thread below, SteveS mentions his worst cycling investment as a broken pump discovered at the Lockerbie train station. The mention of Lockerbie got me thinking because my wife's brother, and my first riding partner died in the Pan Am 103 plane bombing over Lockerbie.

My brother-in-law and I used to ride a lot. He had a Celeste colored Bianchi and we rode together every weekend. When he travelled overseas for a semester, he brought his bike and often reported on his great tours around England and Scotland. Boy, I wish I had been with him then, and how I wish we could ride one more century together! My favorite recollection of riding with Robbie was a day long ride we did in Rhode Island down along the beaches. It was a hot day and he pulled me all the way. Often times when I'm on a club ride and I find myself behind somebody hammering away on a Celeste, I think fondly of Robbie.

We had some great talks out on the road.

Enjoy your riding and enjoy the time you spend with your riding partners. I'm curious, what are some of your favorite riding memories?
Rediscovering the joy of cycling ...Humma Hah
Mar 13, 2001 12:29 PM
Memorable joys ...

The day I learned to ride sticks in my mind. 2-wheels, no training wheels, this banking stuff is wonderful, must be what flying feels like.

The day, at about age 15, a friend and I took off on a LONG ride, out to my aunt's place. Must have been 25 miles round trip (hey, I thought that was pretty long, then). What freedom, to be able to ride that far without my mom driving me! And to be able to find the way on my own!

Several rides in college, just loaded up a pack and headed out, no particular destination, go get lost, guess which way is home, and explore the world.

And in the spring of 1999, I dusted off the old college ride and took it out in a nearby canyon for some trail riding, and the love came flooding back. In the previous 20 years I'd averaged about 20 miles a year. Now I've rediscovered the love and am riding it more than ever.
Rediscovering the joy of cycling ...Steve Davis
Mar 13, 2001 1:29 PM

It is ironic that your topic is entitled rediscovering the joy of cycling because I actually stopped riding for about 8 years after Robbie's death. It was just too painful to be on a ride, passing the same beaches, climbing the same hills, sprinting for the same town limit signs without my riding buddy. Before Robbie's death I would sometimes ride to escape problems, concerns, etc. After his death, riding just reminded me of those things.

Then, about 4 years ago, a friend of mine talked me into riding with him. What a joy it was to rediscover cycling. Now I can ride and remember all the good times. Funny how time heals.

Thanks for your post
I think he'd prefer this ...Humma Hah
Mar 13, 2001 2:01 PM
Cycling was not responsible for his death, and I'm sure he would have been saddened, up in cycling heaven, to think that horrid crime had soured you on the sport. I think he'd much prefer to be remembered fondly each time you ride!

I wish you joy each time you take to 2 wheels.
re: Lockerbie Scotland Plane CrashOutWest
Mar 13, 2001 4:21 PM
I'll say a little prayer for Robbie next time I'm out riding, not for pity or regret but in respect and appreciation that he could be such a positive, strong influence to those around him.
Thankssteve davis
Mar 13, 2001 6:55 PM
Thanks. Robbie was a very spiritual person. In fact, weeks after the accident they found his Bible, intact, but waterlogged from days and days of rain. The book was well read and well marked with notes and comments about his beliefs. He was a Christadelphian.
re: CuriousSteveS
Mar 13, 2001 5:15 PM
Its curious how life works. I mentioned Lockerbie on purpose. My tour was several years before the terrorist bombing and it was so strange that of all the places in the world, it happened over a small village in Scotland that I had stopped in at one time.

The tour that followed that inauspicious start was some of the best fun of my life. It got me in shape, saw great country, and then prepared me to change from a touring to a fast recreational rider.

Several years later, a man in his late 50's joined our bike club and very quickly was a really good, strong rider. Not only that, he became a leader and quickly formed a group he called "The Dirty Dozen" as he wanted us to do at least 12 centuries a year. At first it seemed ridiculously hard, then later when we were in better shape, it was easy to cover the distance. It just meant more time on your bike. Great camaraderie. One day after a good vigorous ride, our friend died of heart attack. We never would have guessed it and the club and our group was devastated. One of the local shops still carries a picture of him on the wall and its now been 10 years. He is gone but most of our crowd is still riding and remembering Malcom with fondness and admiration.

See, all this as a result of a failed beginning in Lockerbie to what ended up being a great tour. Curious how life works.
Favorite memory.Ian
Mar 13, 2001 7:08 PM
I think the ride that sticks out the most in my mind was the first century I did. I participated in conjunction with Team in Training. They are affiliated with the Leukemia Society of America and the rider has to raise funds to ride. I raised just over $1,000 and rode in memory of my wife's grandmother who had died a few years earlier from Leukemia. That ride gave me one of the greatest senses of accomplishment that I have ever felt, on or off the bike.
re: Lockerbie Scotland Plane CrashAndrew
Mar 13, 2001 8:52 PM
What a great thread!!!

Steve davis,

Realize that every time you go for a ride, your brother-in-law is riding right beside you.

My favorite riding memories:

My favorite riding memories basically consist of any ride that I do with my wife. I got her into cycling about 2 years ago and every ride we go on together is special.

The greatest riding memory of mine is the 2000 MS150. I was able to spend a lot of time riding with my wife. Additionally one of riders on the second day was a victim of MS. She had not been able to ride a bike in 10 years. One of the local bike shops donated an electrically assisted bike for her to ride. She completed the entire 75 miles on the second day of the ride on that bike. It was so great to see Robin cross the finish line that day. She was an inspiration for us all. I can't imagine anything, even a Tour De France win, being as enjoyable and touching as that day. Cycling is not all about speed and winning races. The time spent with family and friends while on a nice long ride is more important to me than a personal best time on a century or a win in a race.

84 year old on a tandemSteve D
Mar 15, 2001 6:27 AM
I liked hearing about the bike shop who donated the electric bike for the MS ride. Here is a similar story.

Each year since I started riding again, I have participated in a charity ride for cancer ( with a friend of mine. The first time we did it, an old women from our church came to the lunch stop to cheer us on. After the ride, we learned that when she was 18 years old she rode her single speed from Massachusetts to Florida. Today, she is 84 years old and has very severe arthritis. She told us that riding was one of her lifelong joys and that she would love to be able to go for just one more ride.

After hearing this, my friend borrowed a tandem and surprised her one day by showing up at her house to take her for a ride. What a thrill!