There are pages and pages on Facebook mourning Theo already. Clearly a testimony to the impact the man had the very brief amount of time we knew him.
Theo was a ride leader on the 2012 Euroride and we (Capt T, Ronin, Theo, me) spent every Saturday together for something like 6 weeks. Getting the route right, coming up with ideas on where to eat, making notes on construction, start and end times, etc.
Theo saved the day, as we had to scratch the original run weekend for rain and we lost our spot at a restaraunt. Theo and Tiphani found us a new place to eat.
I just happened to see Theo before he died - we bumped into him, Leanne, Chris at a restaraunt. His Triumph wouldn't start. He kept a good spirit about it, made a few jokes, said he was waiting for a tow truck.
That was the last I saw him. I left him a note on Facebook saying "hey man, did you make it home OK?" a few hours later - he would never answer that question. I won't say that I "knew" Theo - honestly I think only a very small number of people actually "knew" him. I knew him as a rider, as a ride leader, as a motorcyclist. He was my friend, he was our friend.
The Euroride Leaders decided to let the dust settle down and the shock wear off - at the very least for us, and to come out on August 18. We'd ride the last route he rode, stop at his site, spend time talking about him and how we knew him.
Mostly, honestly, we are hurt and we're angry. We walked that stupid site, walked every angle we could look at it from. It doesn't make any more sense now than it did when Chris called me. We had to leave, there was discussion brewing on where the driver lived and what his address was. Nothing good would come from that.
Anyway - I was reluctant to put this up. So much has been said and we don't want to get caught up in the histrionics. The man deserves to be mourned as a man. You put him in the boat, set it to sea, set it on fire and you hold your tongue.
Still, Theo LOVED riding, he LOVED leading rides and I believe he genuinely LOVED the life that he was living. Part of honoring him is honoring what he loved and I hope the little I can say and the small amount I can acknowledge his love is sufficient.
P.S. I hope that left turn was the most important one you've ever made. I hope it was worth our friend's life . . .