Another friend has died. Paul and I used to hang out together a lot in the late 70's early 80's, then I went home to Wales for a few years-when I came back, Paul was a heroin addict.
His parents were always very cold and disapproving toward him. It was only when they died he discovered he was adopted.
My memories of Paul include his love of shite old Britsh bikes and his collection of rubbish Fiat 500's.
I remember following him on my POS Yamaha XS 250 on his last Dominator 600. An old bloke in a Reliant Robin drove out in front of him. There was no way he could stop, but he managed to get the front wheel up and go over the frame of the 3 wheeler, leaving a cartoon shaped man and bike hole just behind the driver's seat. He was wearing an open face (as was I) and he came through the other side of the Plastic Pig seriously bloodied. I pissed myself laughing,
We lost touch for several years, as heroin had become his friend. He was a great guy away from the smack.
RIP Paul Mace.
