There’s no easy way to hear that a best friend has died, but it must have been a hell of a lot harder for Clive’s wife, Debs, to make that call and say those words to me. For more than a decade he’d been a huge part of my life, and my wife’s and kids’ in turn. Be it on a road test, messing around with a project, or just chatting about anything and everything, he was that go-to guy for me… a proper mate who would give you all the time in the day. A proper happy bloke, ridiculously talented, and undoubtedly one of the most helpful and decent people I’ve ever met. A week before he passed we’d sat down and watched the Brand BSB season finale at his house, knowing that his time was up but enjoying those last moments, shouting at the TV like every racing fan does. It was special, and the perfect yet painful goodbye. But someone like Clive doesn’t just up and leave your life, as I’m sure many of you will relate to. Every day, nearly a year on, he’s in my thoughts, and so are all the awesome memories we made. At least 90% of the time there was a motorcycle involved, and our last shenanigans were no exception.
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Three years ago, at the back of 2019, my mate Rob Bean called and offered me an RSV Mille… in bits. Carrier bags, to be precise. That was the bad news. The good news was he wanted just £550, and at that kind of price I couldn’t turn it down... not just because he’d offered his help to get the
