Yesterday afternoon late I got the call that you never want to get. It was one of my Illawarra Riders mates telling me that Mick McCarthy (mmmc) had passed away while riding home from the IR annual Snowy Mountains tour. It was like being hit with a brick. Specific details haven’t been revealed at this stage but it doesn’t really matter of the how, when and why. The fact is that this gentle giant of a man with the keen observation of the absurdities of life and the constant twinkle in his eye won’t be lining up at the start point of a ride with us ever again and I can’t really get my head around that.
Life is cruel sometimes and today it seems especially so.
Rest in Peace, good buddy. I won’t forget you.
