Yes, he was that and a lot more.

Made his living as an elevator engineer, travelling the country. Had a beautiful collection of bikes in a lockup near the canal boat on which he lived.

Master fettler - he built a show-quality Norton International starting with a pair of engine cases, working out of his storage lockup.

Rode old Harleys, Moto Guzzis, BSAs, everything to camps and swap meets all over the southern USA and England. Used to often travel to Georgia, USA to visit friends and go fishing.

He was the most helpful and active "club man" around, although he hated the idea of single-marque clubs and never belonged to one.

He was one that took us in hand when we splashed into Two Dales at 2:00 in the morning, and set up Fay and my tent for us and fixed us bacon sarnies and tea.

He showed us around the track and aviation museum at Brooklands; just such a helpful and sociable guy, although he was quiet and never put himself forward.

I could write on about him but he probably wouldn't have liked that, so I'll just say that this world is a diminished place without him. Rest in Peace, Kevin!

Lannis