On Sunday we lost a remarkable individual riding home after the 10th Burt Munro Challenge on NZ's South Island: Victim of horror crash named Craig C: A father, a son, a husband, a brother and a great mate for over 20 years. I could tell you so many funny stories about this genuine, true Kiwi bloke, as I chuckle through tears remembering: Beer (always), getting the excavator off his low loader and digging a pit in his front garden for a hangi at his sister's wedding reception, backing the grey nomad's RV that we'd 'borrowed' for the weekend down the beach in the middle of nowhere to stick the boat in the water, fishing, crays, bikes, trucks, chaining the digger to the truck to go over a near sheer drop to sink foundation poles much to the architects delight, pubs, cards, hunting, bbq's and more beer. Craig leaves behind a beautiful Australian wife Nicola, and an adorable daughter Stevie, aged 7. Mrs Lionz has lost the larrikin next door she grew up with. Sometimes it's just not fair. Desperately missed already. RIP my friend.