1961, going back to RAF Duxford, Mike fell off the back of my BSA c15, 250cc motor bike, we both ended up sliding along the road. Funny now. In fact all my memories of Mike seem to be happy ones. The morning after his 21st birthday party, we had monster headaches. But his mum came to the rescue, huge cooked breakfast... Really going to miss you mate. There is no such thing as an ending. Only, leaving a story...