Jim often crosses my mind. I smile when he does, not least because of his total commitment. He gave it everything, regardless of anything.
His rotten luck when we went to Belgium (which would have really ripped my knitting out) phased him not a jot, he just ploughed on in something like a 39-11, over those hellish cobbles then his chainring bolts started to fall off, he was still smiling!!
I recall the night we spent in his flat planning our trip too, him waxing lyrical about the empty framed picture on his wall.
He was always good for a bit of friendly advice as well.
One of the good guy's.