the end

He was mad for his mountain bike, but he’d just met a girl. He wanted to introduce her to the sport he loved.

A farmboy turned neurosurgeon, he fell in love with a craggy plot of land on the Juan de Fuca strait, and returned every year

He was meticulous, unmaterialistic and frugal, waiting until his 65th birthday to get the seniors’ rate on a fishing licence

He survived war and violence in Sri Lanka, then rebuilt his family in Montreal

A thrill-seeker, he’d grown up with a new job; his parents bought him a dirt bike to recognize his new-found maturity

Born into a mining family, it wasn’t long before he followed in his father’s footsteps. Safety was one of his main concerns.

In the winter, he parked his Harley-Davidson in the living room. When his wife died of cancer, the long rides helped him cope.