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Kenny MacDonald
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Davie Raymond passed away today . He had been admitted to Stobhill hospital on Monday , he collapsed in the ward today at lunchtime and they were unable to resucitate him.

I,m sure everyone is as devestated as the MacDonald family about this news.

I will post details of funeral as soon as I know details.

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Dave was one of the first to welcome me as a new club member and in a very short space of time grew to be a very good friend and source of great humour, he will be sadly missed but never forgotten, He was one of the guys who made the 'joansin' exactly what it is ... a welcoming, friendly cycling club.My thoughts are with his family.

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YE JUST COULDN'T PUT INTO WORDS , ON HOW MUCH I'LL MISS THIS GUY'S COMPANY AND BANTER , PLEASE READ THIS , ONE OF DAVIES MADCAP STORRIES , LEGENDARY GUY p.s. dave keep well into the left , we're aw chasin you down dude !!! the tour of spain , the tour of spain hahahahaha

 

 

 

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PostPosted: Wed May 28, 2008 12:20 am Post subject: Reply with quote

Scott,

 

Ian Simmet, John Duffy and me caught the 9.45 ferry for Brodick bathed in glorious sunshine. Ian and John had not been on our last trip to the island, Ian has just come back from a shoulder operation, this was to help an injury he sustained a few months back, when at a cafe stop a woman in front of him was about to buy the last remaining slice of banana cake, in a blind panic Ian attempted a shoulder charge, slipped on his cleats and charged head first into the cake display injuring his shoulder on a rock cake. His only consolation was that he ended up sitting on the slice of banana cake, so in the end the woman in front of him never did get to taste its delights. John was more of a worry than Ian, he had been given a week end pass from Carstairs, the doctors assured me he would be ok as long as he took his medication, 8 tablets every 4 hours!!!

 

It being a holiday week end the boat was full, and bikes were lashed together at every available pole on the car deck. By the time we found somewhere for the bikes, the ferry was already off and we had lost sight of John, we eventually found him on the top deck sitting next to 2 Swedish girls, Olga and Helena, he had told them his name was Stevie Blom and he was a successful psychiatric doctor working at Carstairs Hospital for the criminally insane, a quick check of his pockets confirmed he had not taken his 9.30 medication, he was frog marched to the cafe by 2 Cledonia MacBrayne members of staff who stood over him until he swallowed his pills. By this time we were at Brodick, Ian and me cycled off the ferry, John was thrown off.

 

We decided to ride the coastal route in an anti clockwise direction, a brief stop at Sannox for the toilet facilities and then off again heading for the climb before Lochranza. The first half of the climb was quite hard as we were protected from the wind and the temperature was high, we took it steady and stayed pretty much together, as we rose up the wind could be felt but fortunately it was at our backs and felt like a gentle hand pushing us along, if only it could always be like that. We all felt so good we did not stop at the top, now for the good bit, the descent, from top to bottom we did not encounter any traffic except half way down an elderly couple coming the other way on bikes, we passed them at a small bridge, where the road dips and turns slightly to the right, we were going so fast that he stopped at the bridge wall, I did not know he was there and just as I passed he stuck his head out from behind the wall and was going to wipe a snotter from the end of his nose, but there was no need, I did it for him with my right shoulder. Once we were at the bottom, Ian told me I had wiped the guys nose at 50mph, and he didn't even say thanks.

 

On through Lochranza and back to the coast where the wind was in our face and gusty at times, but the road is fairly flat with only one uphill bit which is fairly short before we hit Machrie for lunch. Coffee, rolls and cake were the order of the day. John said he would take care of the bill, so Ian and me waited outside, after some time there was a bit of a stramash inside the cafe, John had told the owner his name was Stevie Blom and he was a well known celebrity chef in London, and was thinking of buying the cafe so he could turn it into a soft furnishings showroom. A quick check of John's pockets confirmed he had not taken his 12.30 pills. Two officers of Arrans finest stood over him until he swallowed his pills. Ian and me walked out of the cafe, John was thrown out, in all the confusion he did not pay the bill, he said, "told you I'd take care of it."

 

Now for the second half of the island, which is a bit lumpy to say the least, but I have to say we all found our own pace on each climb and made it round as far as Whiting Bay where we found a shop to buy water as our bottles were completely dry. A brief stop to fill them up and off again heading for Lamlash, once there its only three miles to Brodick but there is a mighty climb before escaping the clutches of the town. Rehydrated, and full of confidence, John said "nae bother" and off he went at the foot of the climb, of course from previous experience I know that there are three climbs one after the other, so Ian and me took the softly, softly approach at the beginning, at the top of the first rise the road levels for about 100 meters, half way along sits a bus stop, and standing there was a rather attractive female, unfortunately, attractive, was not the best way to describe John, at this time. As John tried desperately to look as suave and debonnaire as possible in front of the young lady, I rode past and said those immortal words, "nae luck ya dobber," as I climbed the second rise all I could hear was, "you're a dead man Raymond, and I've no taken ma pills yet."

 

We arrived in Brodick at 4.15, and Ian very kindly bought the coffee and cakes while we waited for the ferry. Due to the number of cars, bikes and passengers we left Brodick half an hour late, we found three comfortable chairs in the lounge and spent the crossing with our shoes off and eyes shut, as we approached Ardrossan the captain announced over the tannoy that he wished Ian and me to join him on the bridge, John was nowhere around. We made our way to the bridge and found John already there, he told the captain his name was Stevie Blom and he had once been the captain of the QE2, and that he was sailing into Arrdrossan with the ferry facing the wrong way! A quick check of John's pockets showed us he had not taken his 4.30 pills. Once again two officials stood over him until he swallowed them down. Ian and me cycled off the ferry, John was thrown off by the captain and told, " you will never set sail on a Cal Mac ferry ever again Mr. Blom."

 

We had such a good time we are thinking of doing it every Sunday, and invite everone to join us, except Mr. Blom of course, just can't behave himself, that one!

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One of the true cycling fans that i have ever met!He made the back room of the Bikes By John Shop make it your worth while hinging about listening to

patter that you would only expect to pay for up on the stage.(You just hoped it wasnt you he was slaggin :grin: )

 

His posting about the Arran trip was fantastic and like others you read it and just burst out laughing.

 

 

Sad day but he wont be forgotten.

 

Stevie B>

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To Davie's Family and Friends -

 

A few of you may remember that Davie was kind enough to loan me one of his bikes, unknown and flat out of the blue ! That was last summer, during a short and very memorable visit to Glasgow. It all started with a short post to the Bunch. Davie took it from there - the bike, lifts around town and to the mid week TT, et cetera. Now, sadly I will not have the opportunity to reciprocate directly.

 

Indirectly then, perhaps the words below might help a bit. I am sure - as you are - that from time-to-time as we clip in, Davie will be well remembered, very well remebered indeed, a heart of gold.

 

Forza !

Dave Ohst

Livermore, California, USA

 

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At the end of all the Ages

A knight sate on his steed

His armor red and thin with rust

His soul from sorrow freed

And he lifted up his visor

From a face of skin and bone

And his horse turned head and whinnied

As the twain stood there alone

 

No bird above that steep of time

Sang of a livelong quest

No wind breathed, Rest !

“Lone for an end !â€

Cried knight to steed

And loosed an eager rein

Charged with his challenge into space

And quiet did quiet remain.

 

Walter De La Mere

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Really sorry to hear the tragic news about Davie.

 

He was one of the first club members I met when I joined and I got to hear some of his legendary banter on the few club rides I did with him.

 

My condolences go out to his family.

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  • 4 years later...

Can't believe it's five years since we lost Davie

 

Seems like yesterday we were riding carefree and joking on bunch runs and planning / developing a youth section for the club

 

Such a character and it was only when he was gone did I realise how big a part he played in so many other peoples' lives outside the club and how little I knew of him off the bike

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