2 July 2019.
Dave Brink dead. It really hits me.
We had drifted apart. But still it hits me.
In the 60's I remember living on Walnut St. Him upstairs, me downstairs. Blasting him out of bed with Cream very early on Sunday morning to go racing.
In Aug-Sept 1969 I rode my bike back from Edmonton Canada with him.
In May 2002 I took an 18-wheeler trip with him.
I know he was mortal. Like me. Like everybody. I find myself surprised to have outlived him. It doesn't seem right...