Going to hit the hills heavy today, in honor of Mr. Abair.
I have a couple memories of him, seeing him bomb past me on a hill as I drove the kids to school.
“There goes Dave Abair, kids.”
“Dada, who’s Dave Abair?”
“He’s that blur in a beanie that just sped past us kids.”
Ride on, Dave Abair.
Ride on, and rest easy.
You will for certain be missed around here.