Remembering Bill

Longtime race promoter, official, and bike racer Bill McLain succumbed to complications of cancer on Saturday, May 6th, 2006. These messages will be given to Bill's wife Laura. Feel free to post your thoughts and memories of Bill.

I often retell the story of how I got my first bike. I was a runner, but I kept getting injured, so I was thinking about getting road bike "for cross training" (Isn't that what all former runners say at first?). But I didn't have much money, so I was trying to figure out how to shop smart for a used bike. Bill was over at our house at a Halloween party, so I asked him, "How should I go about getting a good used road bike?" He looked at me a minute and then asked, "How tall are you?" Turns out he had an old frame in his garage that fit. I got it repainted and rounded up a bunch of hand-me-down parts and Bill spent a couple of Sunday afternoons building it up for me. And now I am a bicyclist. It would be overstating things to say that Bill changed my life. We change our own lives. But Bill was there to help.

So many memories where do you start? I spent many, many hours in the hot sun wearing khaki and blue, holding a clip board and trying to figure out who that ride was that crossed the line with Bill by my side. I always knew if Bill was there the race would get scored, or at the very least have a bit of fun while we were doing it. He taught me how to officiate, a bit about good wine but more importantly he taught me a lot about life and how to enjoy it, which I am still learning. Bill knew how to enjoy life, how to live it and how to share it with those around him. I have many fond memories; they are all favorites and I will cherish then always. Today there is a bit of sadness in my heart but knowing Bill he would not want me to linger in the sadness but enjoy the day, for the sun came up today and it is a good day.

being fairly new to cycling, I didn't know Bill personally, but just recently (within the past two weeks), I sent him an e-mail because I was interested in joining NMVS and he was the listed contact on the website. Lo and behold, here comes a reply asking for information, offering advice and otherwise engaging a novice cyclist. All of a sudden the e-mails stopped in the middle of last week and it was only yesterday that I discovered that Bill was ill. As sick as he was, and still reaching out. That told me all that I needed to know about him, I'm the poorer for not having met him.

Unfortunately I did not know Bill beyond biking. As a racer I am totally bummed that we lost such a great advocate and biker for our local biking community. He was always upstanding and you knew when he was there the show would be run right. Where would most of our local events be without his volunteered time and energy (Hwy 6, Sandia Crest RR, TNC's, etc...)? He always put on a great race! His biking legacy will always be remembered. Best wishes to his friends and family. Damian

Calm, steadfast, witty and wise - just what you need in a person who was the face of bike racing in NM for so many years. Most recently we knew Bill as the orgaizer of organizers, and the person who mentored so many. I always felt some sense of confidence knowing that Bill was in charge of a race. Some may also remeber Bill during his racing days. He was a strong competitor, and on any given day, he had the ability to win any type of race. When he actually spent the time on himself to train, he was a gifted bike racer. I have VERY fond memories of Bill because it was simply his nature to be kind and personable under both relaxed and stressed conditions. I will miss him a lot, and will think of him each time I turn a pedal.

Even thought I didn't know Bill very he was still a nice and open person. When I first started racing at the local crits and TT's I had no idea what I was doing, or even what I needed to do. But he helped me get a jump start into it. He would give me pointers and little tips to help out. That was nice. Wherever you are Bill, remember, "Keep the rubber side down!" Bryan Wenzel

Ode to the Bicycle -Pablo Neruda. 1956 I was walking down a sizzling road: the sun popped like a field of blazing maize, and the earth was a hot infinite circle with an empty blue sky overhead. A few bicycles passed me by, the only insects in that dry moment of summer, silent, swift, translucent; they barely stirred the air. Workers and girls were riding to their factories, giving their eyes to the summer, their heads to the sky, sitting on the hard beetle backs of the whirling bicycles that whirred as they rode by bridges, rosebushes, brambles and midday. I thought about evening, when the boys sing, eat, raise a cup of wine in honor of life, and waiting at the door, the bicycle, stilled, because only moving does it have a soul, and fallen there it isn’t a translucent insect humming through summer but a cold skeleton that will return to life only when it’s needed and it’s light, that is, with the resurrection of each day. ¡Salud Bill!

Bill was an incredible guy. My quick remembrances of him. He assisted me in joining NMVS oh so many years ago. He knew his Campy gruppo fixes- he helped me rig a 8speed Shimano cogset with Ergo shifters that shifted flawlessly. His expertise at Perfection Honda helped me buy two used cars. Everyone who has known Bill has suffered a great loss, but at the same time has also gained from knowing him. Ironic how life works that way with great people. My sympathy and condolences to his family. Curt Weitkunat

Thank you, Bill, for everything you did for cycling in New Mexico you are missed, I hope that there are enough of us to fill your shoes... May the wind always be at your back Dave

Bill had many great qualities that all people strive to achieve. He was patient, helpful, joyful, optimistic (even while he was sick) bighearted and generous of his time. I only knew him within the cycling community but I know he lived all of his life in this way. If I/we can learn from Bill's example the world will be a better place. Dan and Anita Doornbos

What can be said when we lose one of the beautiful people? To Bill: You fought the good fight and did so with honor and humilty. Bill you have impacted all of us. Greater love has no man than this, that he would give his life for a friend. Bill, you did, hour by hour, race after race, confilct after confilct...... Thank You. Love you Man! Rest in Peace Tony, Gina, & (Anthony - Joseph - Dominic) Pomo

I would describe Bill as a real gentleman, and a deeply caring person. He was one of the guys who helped me train/pushed me to a state championship level when I first met him over ten years ago, and yes, we worked on bikes together. We once drove to Denver and back and had a delightful time the entire way solving most of the world's problems. It's those times when you can really learn how a person ticks. Bill was solid gold. My work travel schedule has been hectic, but I have made a point of talking by phone, or seeing Bill almost every week for the past four months, due to his health crisis. I was with him when they faxed his brain scan results to him in March. I believe this is when a true friend needs to come through. I will personally testify Bill did a world-class job fighting, managing and dealing with this terrible illness. Bill worked very hard for his family, and our prayers and thoughts need to be with them. Becca and I just loved Bill, and we've all lost a wonderful person. Long live the good memories.

Bill and I met during a fall crit series at Hoffmantown in 1993. It was my first year racing, his second. He finished first for the series and taught me a lot. He introduced himself and asked if he could call me in December to join his team; and he did call. He was the first friend i made in cycling, and best friend i've had in or out of cycling. He taught me lots more about cycling, friendship and life since then. We've ridden thousands (and thousands) of miles together since, and drank more red wine, beer and coffee than i will admit! Bill joined NMVS as a rider and quickly saw it needed direction--he became president of the club. There should be more races--he promoted. Promoters need officials for their races--he became an official. "See a need; fill a need" has had no greater example. The best comment i've heard about Bill: "The Gold Standard". The comment was in reference to his race officialship and direction. It is apropos to Bill as friend, teammate. employee, family man and citizen. He always listened and always made me laugh. He always left Christmas presents for my kids on the back porch. He fixed my bikes. He loaned his equipment without my asking. His aunt and uncle have housed me at Gila (and umpteen other riders) for 10+ years. We always thought we'd have one more ride.... No more opportunity to answer the inevitable questions: What does Bill think?..Have you asked Bill?..Does Bill know? We miss you Bill....Godspeed and "no chain" wherever you are. Randy Corcoran (& Katie, Ryan & John)

I remember Bill best for the NMVS Sunday rides, late in the morning when the pack would thin and he would share his wisdom of life and biking with us. I remember Bill throwing in a good sprint or two...I think he, like a lot of us, was happiest on the bike. I'm deeply sorry that cancer resurfaced and took his life. Seems like yesterday that we celebrated being free of it. My regards to his family. I'm sure they know what a huge impact Bill had on the lives of so many of us. Rest in Peace Bill. You are deeply missed.

Your friendly smile and warmhearted spirit were a gift to all of us. Thank you for giving so much of yourself to the cycling community. You will be missed. Aimee & Gareth Jones

Bill, we'll miss you.

I knew Bill from the car business as well as cycling. His contribution to the business was as impactful there as it was in cycling. Bill raised the bar immeasureably for the business in terms of character, honesty and integrity. We would email each other regularly and lament how the business got in the way of training. I remember one email recently that ended in "this business really sucks". I knew exactly what he meant and we had a good laugh about it at the next CX race. Events like the Record Challenge need to be carried on in his honor. New Mexico Cycling will always have the spirit of Bill McLain at it's core. His energy, enthusiasm, graciousness, and love of the sport will live within all of us. God speed Bill. Jerry and Tove Shere

Just this morning as I rode my bike to work, I was thinking of Bill, what he was going through, and what a difference he has made in so many of our lives. Then, I read Randy's post of Bill's passing and I was moved by just how close he was to me, and I'm sure many of you. I'm very sad that he is not with us anymore, but I'm happy to have known him and that my life was made better from his. He was such an inspiration and giving person. I'll be thinking of Bill and his family on many rides to come... - Clay

Thank you for validating all we and his siblings, have known and loved about him these 48 years. With sincere appreciation. Bill and Fran McLain

With great sorrow the world will miss Bill McLain. I felt a great since of pride knowing he was a part of my cycling peers and later one of my true friends. If only I can meet adversity with the strength Bill, Laura, and Morgan did, then I will be considered a fine person as each of them really truly are. The only chance I have at redeeming some of the personal benefits of Bill's true dedication and passion to the hobby we both shared is to recklessly volunteer even if never asked. I will always remember you Bill as what a fine person should do.... putting one foot in front of the other even under the most insane conditions. Thanks for making the world a better place Bill! Laura and Morgan, and the rest of Bill's family, your family will always extend to all of the cycling community and forever you will be in all of our hearts. I am sure the legend of Bill McLain will forever be a cornerstone of our two wheel community.

A sad day for New Mexico cycling and cycling in general. How can you fill a void left by such a permanent and necessary fixture in our community? You will be missed Bill..

I was a regular participant in NM cycling events in the early 90s. My interests changed and skiing became my number one sport. After a 10 year hiatus, I returned to biking events in 2003 in a more limited way. Although I only enter 3 or 4 NM races a season, Bill was involved in every single one. When I needed help renewing my racing license, Bill helped expedite matters. Thanks to Bill, bike racing has grown and thrived in NM and will continue to grow. My condolences to Laura, Morgan and all of Bill's friends and family.

I found out the sad news before the last stage of the Tour of the Gila, Sunday morning. It was hard to start the stage. The first 15 miles or so were pretty mellow, and I was reflecting on the last 8 years of racing the NMRS series. Remembering the many times I briefly talked with Bill, and his always friendly, but sincere attitude during the events made holding a straight line in the pack a challenge. Although I only saw him at the races, I feel I've lost a close friend. I always felt part of the cycling tribe in NM, partially due to Bill always remembering my name at the racing events. I know that his hard work, dedication, and love of bicycling was a link in the chain that held together the NMRS race series. I'll see you later Bill. Keith Ashmore Colavita Taos Farmington, NM

Reading all the wonderful things people have written about Bill is a testiment to what a great human being he was. His spirt in life and on the bike will live forever in our memories and as we continue to participate in the sport he loved so much. I first me Bill as a teenage boy when he worked with my brother and I was a lot boy at M & M Honda on Wyoming. I remember how he took the time to show me how the parts business worked (stocking the parts) when I know that the last thing anyone wanted to do was have a knuckeheaded kid running around. He was patient and a great teacher. He would give the needed kick in the butt to get me working and when I needed a word of encouragement he would provide that as well. At that time I did not realize that I would use the many things he taught me working my way through college. For that I will always remember Bill. I started racing bikes three years ago at age 38, and again Bill proved his patience and caring nature time and time again. I was fat and slow (still am) but I can still hear him giving me that needed boost of encouragement at the start finish line in the Crits or at the road races I participated in, getting dropped, about to get lapped and you want to quit, yet his words gave me the strength and courage to continue on. A simple "Come on Bob", "Get up there" or Good Job" was all it took. Two years ago, I took third place in the Tuesday Night Crit Series in the Beginner class and I will forever remember the nod of confidence I got just from the look in his eyes when he presented me with that medal. Thank you Bill for all the things you did for me as a bike racer and more importantly, thank you for the lessons in life you taught me when I was a young boy. I will forever hear Bill's voice and words of encouragement every time I feel like giving in or giving up. Bill you will be be missed but thank you again for all the things you have done. Bill and his family will be in our prayers! God Bless!! Bob Hanson and family!!

Bill was a great person. He was always willing to help out whether it was at a race or just a simple question. He was the kind of person who would remember your name even if you had met only once. He has done so much for cycling in New Mexico and his presence will be impossible to replace. Bill, you will be sorely missed. Jim Wood Nob Hill Velo Seattle , WA jimmer 38845.5388657407

My Dearest Bikeboy, You joked with me a few months ago about finding another man after you left...well, I'm afraid that's not possible. It's your own fault, though. You have spoiled me rotten for 24 years! You've taken such good care of me for so long, I don't believe it could be possible for anyone to step into your shoes. I asked Mark, the night you were in surgery, how you could put up with me for all these years. He said, "ya know, he always liked a good challenge!" Boy, if that didn't sum it up for me. I heard you come home from your bike ride Saturday evening. You clunked across the kitchen floor in your bike shoes and headed for the shower. I made a point of telling everyone that was here you had come home from your ride. I could tell you had the best ride ever with the wind at your back both ways. I'm glad you heard me when I told you to put your jersey on and go for a ride. It was a beautiful afternoon for it. We're going to have a helluva party on the 21st. You should go to it, after you finish your ride. Randy and Katie Darlin' are throwing it, and you know what fabulous bashes they throw. I'll see you there, Sweety. I love you, Billy. P.S. You should get a load of all the great stuff everyone is writting. We have the best group around us, don't we?

As with all of us in the cycling community, I fully appreciate Bill's dedication and service to the sport of bicycle racing, and to the NMVS team he invited me to join in 1998. I think we all are challenged to, and will succeed, in compensating for the huge hole he leaves in this respect. I grieve the person I got to know slowly, intermittently, these past 8 years. Bill shared his interests, opinions, enthusiasms easily and personably. He had wide ranging interests. Did you know that he read LOTS of books? On top of his job, cycling activities, and family, where did he find the time for that? He knew what he thought about things, and knew how to express it enthusiastically, naturally, he could agree without parroting and disagree wtihout being disagreeable. He was a perfect team manager, and I've often thought he would have been a great boss to work for -- clear, high standards, fair. I also got to know Laura and Morgan, who were the first people ever to hand me bottles in a feed zone. Some of getting to know them was through Bill. He was always excited to talk about what they were up to -- classes, jobs, hobbies, home-improvement projects, yes, even Morgan's boyfriends. No subject seemed off-limits, but all were treated respectfully. A couple of months ago, I mentioned to him that I liked the new NMVS uniforms, and he explained in detail all the changes he'd made and why and how pleased he was about them. It was a fun conversation, quintessential Bill, and it's a uniform I'll wear with great respect. Kurt Larson

Bill was, if not the most, one of the most influetial characters in the New Mexico Cycling scene. In assisting my dad in promoting some local races I would recieve suggestions and comments related to our races but the comment that really counted the most was that of Bill Mclain. He was a racer, a promoter, and a fan of the sport. His opinions were unique and pertained to all the facets of cycling. Wether it was a MtB race, Road event, CX event, Bill knew about it from every angle possible. After helping with the promotion of a race I gained a new sense of respect for the people that make events possible. When I found out how many events Bill Mclain promoted I was shocked because I struggle to promote two events in one year when Bill Mclain promotes many more. If that is not a sign that the man loved cycling then I don't know what is. If he dedicated himself this much to complete strangers then I can only imagine the time and care that he dedicated to those close to him. Bill you will be missed.

The measure of a man’s life does not consist in the abundance of his material blessings, nor does it consist of the titles or offices a man may acquire during his lifetime. The true measure of a man is his influence on the lives of others – his impact on his family, his friends, those he meets and his community. Bill's influence will be with us for many years to come. I knew him as a racer, a promoter, a fellow official and a friend. I always enjoyed working a race when Bill was around, his attitude was contagious and no matter how bad things were going he always offered words of encouragement to everybody. I never heard him complain even once about the fact that he was ill. Bill's passing has left a void that no one person will be able to fill.

Bill is already missed - I can't imagine lining up for the Crest Race or the chilly early mornings at Record Challenge without his calm, confident presence. What many people have written is how I've preceived about Bill over the years and also written words making me wish I'd interacted him more than at cycling events. My heart goes out to Bill's family and I am so grateful that you, too, have contributed your thoughts here. Paula Higgins

Hey Bill remember 100 years ago in the Tour of Los Alamos, when they had the hill climb, up the ski hill. We must have been within 1 K to go I looked back to see you 10 meters behind me. I was doing every thing I could to keep you from closing the gap, me and my climber like legs...it seemed like for every 10 meters that we went, you closed a meter, as we crossed the finish line you were only half a wheel behind me, we almost fell over as we started laughing, because we were sprinting for something like 20th place.... Thank you for the great times like that Thank you for riding with me tonight, you were a great draft tonight Dave

I have to respond because I'm grinning from ear to ear. Dear Mr. "Wyoff", "Most excellent story, Dude!" Laura P.S. 800 of the total hits are Morgan and I! Thanks, everyone. You have no idea how good this is for me to hear the stories I know nothing about. He's hanging around because of you all. Laura

I started racing 3 years ago. In that 1st year i immediately sensed calm and perspective regarding racing thanks to Bill. His sense of humor was a treat at the start line. This year at Highway 6, someone needed a bathroom break at the start of the B race, Bill afforded the racer the opportunity to go, one the porta-potty door was closed behind the racer, he told the field to go. I knew from different folks that Bill was sick, that he had a recurance, and that it was bad. The fact that he even showed up to Highway 6 speaks volumes for the love of the sport and the racers he interacted with. He will be dearly missed at the start line. Mark Lyons, Thunderbird HarleyDavidson

It was quite a while back when I first met Bill, some time in the early 1990's. I actually met him when he was the Service manager at M&M Honda. It turned out that a friend of his, John Boland, had gotting into bicycle riding and Bill was starting to get the bug. I had taken in the motorcycle I had back then for some service and he recognized the name from his friend John talking to him. Bill then showed me a Cannondale that he had just purchased and was starting to ride. I could tell he had taken the bait, hook, line and sinker. He and I talked for quite a bite about bicycles. Then a few days later he showed up in the bike shop at Gardenswartz Sportz. In all honesty, I don't remember what all he bought, all I know is that even then he was a heck of a nice guy. For instance one of the guys in the shop was just getting into motorcycles at that time and Bill sold him a set of custom Bates leathers for like $100. Soon after Bill was pretty much a regular at the Gardenswartz bike shop. He got into racing shortly after that. Bill was a mover, he bacame a referee, a promoter and instrumental in the development of his club. Personally there are few people who in the last 15 years who have made a difference in the cycling community in Albuquerque. But, Bill was one of those people. Bill accomplished in his short time in our community what some others take a whole lifetime to do. As I mentioned to a friend earlier, the competitive shooters have a saying when some passes, "We are diminished." In the case of Bill that is so very true. George Tapley

I knew Bill from the cycling community only; I do not believe that I ever had an interaction with him outside of riding together, racing, or in his capacity as a promotor and official. Having read each of the tributes to him, it is obvious to me that what I experienced in Bill within the cycling realm indeed represented a complete synthesis on the rest of his life, outside of cycling--he was a wonderful and caring person to family, friends, and colleagues--people close to him who I've never known. My initial thoughts to the many anecdotes about Bill, left me sad that I could not contribute some personal and enlightening thoughts to all of the wonderful experiences that others shared with him, other than to say that he was truly a decent human being, and I will miss him.

Morgan and Laura, I'm thinking of you. Your dad/husband was a great guy. I learned so much about cycling but more importantly about life from Bill. He taught me that there are things in life that are just not worth getting upset over. He showed that in the way he ran the bike races. Yes, the yellow line mattered because he cared about his fellow cyclists. No, he wasn't knit picky about some of the rules because, "we are local guys, not pros" and he also shared the philosophy of not taking ourselves too seriously. He found humor in the ever changing color of Morgan's hair, he didn't spend energy on it. He just cared about her well being. I recall, at the Record Challenge, a call between Bill and Laura; Bill telling Laura he loved her and looked forward to a barbque with her and Morgan later that evening. I was inspired by such love. Bill is a part of everyone of us, therefore he lives on. My love and condolences to you Laura, Morgan, and Bill's parents. Synth

Another story The conflict after conflict comment in my first post refers to a certain Tues night Crit where tempers flared after a close call in the race. Somebody got mad about a line I had taken and began to cuss me out so I spit over my shoulder direct hit and of course he wanted to fight after the race. I rolled up to Bill because I knew he would keep the peace. He did. I called him the next day at work to thank him and we laughed a bit about the whole thing. I'll never forget his comment though. he said, " you know these races are hard, tempers flare but you give a guy a coke and a dounut and that usually straightens him out." and; " thanks for not getting off your bike to answer the challange would have been ugly"...... Tony

I remember meeting Bill when I was working at Harvard Bike House after Bruce Galvin took it over (BRIEFLY, but that's another story). It was '94, and I had been on Team Kahlua the year before but was sort of between things that year, so I raced for the NMVS/Harvard Bike House club/team. And that year our jerseys came back saying "Harvard Bike Houise" and Bill had to spend a lot of time sending them back to get new jerseys with the correct wording. He let me keep one of the messed up ones as a souvenir, and I still have it. I still have several great photos that he took. He used to take a lot of pictures at races--I think officiating and being more responsible cut into his time to do that. Then he would give them out to the racers in the pictures to keep. He was such a great guy, and he did so much for the cycling community here, he will be sorely missed. My thoughts go out to his family, and to all of us who will miss him so. Carolyn

i didn't know bill personally but what comes to mind for me is the tour of the gila 2004: second day, start line, snow flurries. bill came up to me and said 'have a good race scott.' a few years ago i heard he was sick but had no idea the cause. then i would see him at races and think to myself 'he doesn't look sick.' at highway 6 i recognized the voice coming through the bullhorn, saw the face, but couldn't connect the two. i mentioned to someone 'that sounds like bill'. they said 'it is.' i thought 'WOW, that guy is classy.'

I remember sending in my entry for the 2004 Sandia Crest Race about three weeks before the event. A couple days before the race I e-mailed Bill because my check hadn't cleared and thought that my entry hadn't been received. Bill e-mailed back and told me entry was received and added that he didn't cash checks until after the event. If someone doesn't show for whatever reason, I don't cash their check. What a classy thing thing to do.

Our condolences to Bill's wife, children, family and all his cycling colleagues in Albuquerque. We appreciate all his hard work, courtesy, and guidance in the matter of bike racing. We also will miss his soft-spoken encouragement and friendship in all our contact with him. It will take more than one man to fill his shoes. Jaime, Sr.; Jaime, Jr.; Roberto; Daniela; and all the Southwest Speed team.

We just finished The Tour of the Gila on Sunday May 7,2006. It was with a sad note that Bill Wykoff - had a moment of silence before races on Sun. for Bill. As an official for more that 15 years we have met several officials. And remembering Bill as part of our group for several years at this race it was like losing a friend. He loved what we all love being around bicyclist's, enjoying riding, and always advocating safety. Our condolences go to his wife, children, and family. As well to Albuquerque who has lost a outstanding citizen. Fred and Delfina Jimenez from Silver City New Mexico

I have spent the time, in the last two days, to read these wonderful remembrances to Bill, after Laura told me what you guys were doing on this site. I met Bill when my sister (Laura) and I went out partying together with another friend. I don't remember the circumstances, but I did not join them...the next thing I know...They are getting married. Bill always treated me with respect, kindness, and love...and no matter what I said or did, (that usually pissed off someone in the family) He accepted me for who I am. I only wish I had spent more time with him over these 20+ years. My sister and niece will have a difficult road to walk in these coming days, but with friends like you and a family that truly loved him and loves them, I think they will be in great company. Laura Ann and Morgan...This is the only thing that has made me cry since Saturday. I love you both and look forward to the party.

I go all the way back to M&M Honda with Bill. Whenever he could help me with advice, he was always willing (and quite able, of course) to do so. Bill was an absolutely wonderful guy! Larry Zamzok tomspro 38850.3051273148

When I heard about Bills Passing on Sunday morning, it got me thinking about Laura, Morgan and Bills life. I once read this article in the Pittsburgh Gazette about a man who made a quite a bit of money in steel in the early 60's. When this guy passed away it talked about this mans fortune & legacy. Most of the article was about his fortune. Not once did they say anything about his Legacy. Bill will have a Legacy that no one will ever match. He was a good Husband, Father, Friend and a great teammate. Bill is truly a great person and it makes me a better person for knowing him. I lost my daughter in 1998 and somebody once told me your days will get brighter.The sun rises and it sets. So to you Laura & Morgan, I promise your days will get brighter. I am truly glad to have known Bill.

What great contributions Bill made to NM Cycling. He has a wonderful legacy. I recall when I started racing in 1996 how kind, considerate and helpful Bill was. He was always there at all the races. The McMillan family.

Bill was a secret, silent sponsor of the Sunshine Spin (benefiting the Lance Armstrong Foundation). With just a hint of a smile, a wink and a faraway look, one day way back in 2003, Bill gave me a check equaling the amounts our major sponsors had kicked in. Did he want his name on the T-shirt? Nope. He wanted his support to remain anonymous. His gift was 'seed money,' helping us to eventually raise over $30,000 to assist others in their cancer survivorship. His type of kindness is quiet, but it resonates in so many ways. Oh, and once he bought me an ice cream when a guy was mean to me at one of our cyclocross races. It's the little things. And the big things. Some people just know how to be kind. Thanks, Bill, and your secret is out.

It is great to know that Bill, a deserving fellow, was surrounded by so much warmth and caring for his well being. Bill's ability to make a difference was evident in everything he did: sport, community, career, and friends. He was the same friendly and funny person whether it was at a bike race or over a few beers. Even if you didn't know Bill personally ( I can't say I did so much) you knew his dedication. Truly he had a lasting impact on other's lives. I will miss you Bill.

I only knew Bill from bike racing, and that mostly from his work here in Silver City at Tour of the Gila. For the last several years I worked closely with him on the Women's Pro race and he was the best. I remember calling him last year when I heard he wouldn't be here because I didn't want someone else in "his" place. He told me his replacement was talented, and he would be back next year. I missed him last year, this year, and in all the years to come. Thanks Bill for being there for all of us, and sharing your light. We're all richer for having known you. Steve

I keep remembering bits and pieces and flashbacks over the last 20-odd years. I remember the appartment Bill had when he first started dating Laura. It was a very classy bachelor pad, complete with poster of a large red high-heeled shoe stabbing a tube of paint. (I never did get it, Bill). I remember the night of your wedding, when some guy was peeing over the balcony of the hotel. We had a food fight. Yup, the Kiwi was flying that night. Billy had a great butt. Laura will testify. I remember he offered me 4 or 5 boxes of old paperbacks that he never read anymore. I, being the procrastinator that I am, never went to pick them up. Laura, wanting the elbow room back in her garage, finally hauled them over to me. Lesson learned?: "I will show you the way, but you need to take the steps. You are capable, ya know." He always helped when he was asked, but it was more of a hand up, not a hand out. Billy was the designated "Potato Masher" at our Thanksgiving dinners. His reward?...Turkey gravy without any giblets! We all knew not to touch that bowl...it's reserved. He deserved that bowl! The man knew when to be professional, and when to be diplomatic, and when to pipe up with quick wit. (Geez. Where did THAT come from, you were so quite over there, I didn't think you were even listening!) I never wanted to call Bill at home about my car problems. I mean, who would ever want to get home from a hard day at the office and then have to deal with family calling about things that should have happened, say...at the office...maybe, hmmm, during office hours even? But I never once, ever, detected irritation coming from Bill. It just didn't exist in his aura. He showed that aura even during the many, many family get-togethers, too. He didn't just let the tensions in the room (that we all know can occur during these types of dinners/bruches) roll off his back...he absorbed them. You'd go sit next to him at the kitchen table while he read the paper, and you'd feel your own stress melt. It's like..."Gee, if he can be calm, cool and collected...maybe I should be, too". That's it. Plain and simple. Billy had an aura of "Relax. Don't sweat the small stuff". May this obnoxious sister-in-law learn from "The Man". I love you, Laura Ann and Morgan. LYLASA&4E Mary Cay

To everyone who has posted here so far and anyone who has read these letters. You have no idea how greatful I am for being able to read these little momentos to Billy and to Morgan and I. I wasn't kidding, in my second post, about being 800 of the total hits on this site. It's five in the morning again, and here I am, on the back porch, in the quiet darkness, re-reading them. I feel like you have kept Bill wrapt around me like the softest, warmest blanket. I just wanted to let you how much I'm enjoying hearing your stories, thoughts and prayers for us. Thank you. It really is helping me. Laura

Class is how I knew Bill McLain. I only knew Bill from cycling, but what I always remember about him is his class. It is amazing but true that you don't really know the value of a person until he or she is no longer around. Bill always ran the TNC's without a hitch and his officiating and road race organization was exemplary. He never complained about his declining health, and even at a recent team party still passed out clothing without missing a beat. Only recently have I had the pleasure of meeting Laura and Morgan, two obvious extensions of Bill's class. For all my contacts with the man who I always knew as New Mexico Cycling and to his wife and daughter, Bill's class and legacy will always be remembered and cherished with this cyclist. Chris Marlowe

I met Bill when we raced for the Harvard Bike Shop team back in 1993. I had the misfortune of being involved in a near fatal bike accident, but, with the help of Bill and others, I recovered. I will miss Bill tremendously as I am sure others will. He was a fine person and a tremendous competitor. You were truly a good person, Bill.

We have only known Bill for a few years, but he has positively impacted our family in so many ways. When we found out that Bill passed away, Janet told Jack and Vince that "you will have to live a long time to know another person as special as Bill...they don't come around very often". When Janet and the boys started racing, Bill was profuse in his encouragement and explained how things worked (registration, cats, etc...). Over time we noticed that his patience and kindness working with those new to the sport was simply his way. He walked the boys through upgrades and USCF registration for Jr. Nats. and always had encouraging words for the juniors and novice riders. I learned a lot from Bill that I try and apply to my own life. Being an official for USA Swimming for many years, I observed Bill officiate cycling and deal with the typical chaotic, messy, and contentious situations with a patience that always amazed me. He was able to diffuse situations others would have found difficult, because everyone knew Bill would listen to each point of view and render a fair decision based on considered thought, balanced with common sense (and a sense of humor). A couple of years ago when Vince was kicking tires on a private party Honda, Bill had him come down to the shop on a Saturday so he could check it out for himself. Bill put it up on the lift and went over it personally stem to stern. He refused to accept any payment..he said he just wanted to make sure Vince was getting a good car (he did). Wether it was his advice about digital cameras, or a recommendation for a restaurant he thought we might like, Bill connected to our family the way he connected to the world, with a positive word and a willingness to participate, not just watch. He was a doer. We were privileged to know Bill, and it is obvious from conversations with others who knew him (and these posts), just how much he meant to his family, friends and community. His memory will live on through all those he touched. I can't think of a better legacy. Lou, Janet, Vince and Jack Metzger

i did not know Bill as well as many of you, having spoken with him at only a few races, but this i do know: if the measure of man is how well he was loved by others, then a truly exceptional man he was. my most sincere condolences to bill's family and friends.

I feel I've been more than privileged to know Bill over the last 10+ years. I'm in agreement with Chris -- I've always admired Bill's style and the way he did everything with class ... racing, promoting, running a bike team, throwing parties, being a class-A family man, and even having a birthday ... One of my fondest (of many) memories was when Bill insisted on going on a 150 mile bike ride on his 40th birthday. It was me, Bill, Randy, Steve Aush, Johnny R., Derek, and a whole lotta wind. It was truly epic, and I don't think I would have made it if Laura hadn't meet us in Mountainair with sandwiches! Its certainly sad to see him go, but I'll be taking a lot of Bill's life example with me from here on out ... and this brings me joy. Bill lives on ...

I have known Bill and his family for a few years now but before I knew them when we had our first daughter Coralie, Jeff told me that his friend Bill and wife Laura had bought a little outfit for our daughter when traveling (I believe it was San Diego). I was and still am amaze that they were so thoughtful. Our second daughter Sophia was recently born and she also proudly wore the little "house trained" outfit that you gave. About 1 1/2 years ago I bought a new car and we went to Perfection Honda to buy it because Bill worked there and therefore it had to be a great place to buy a car. I was very blown away by the respect that the employees gave him. We were treated like royalty when we said we were Bill's friends. Somehow because we knew Bill per the salesperson we ended up also with a really good price! It was such a painless experience that I just love my car and I will now have to drive it forever! Thank you Bill! My thoughts are with you Laura and Morgan.

Laura and Morgan, I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your husband, father and friend. You both were kind enough to share him with the cycling community and nice/crazy enough to allow the cycling community into your family. I remember numerous times I went over to your house to drop off race registration and no matter who opened the door I always felt welcomed. Your family is kind, generous, and has character out the wazoo; just like Bill. Once again I'm sorry to hear about your loss. james

I knew that Bill had been fighting Cancer and was relieved for a time that he had apparently shaken it. Last summer Bill E-mailed me to let me know the cancer had come back and how much he valued his friends. I went for a jog that evening and thought about what a great contribution Bill had made to the world and how much it would change if he were to die. I had a hard time on the run, fighting tears and a tightening throat. I called him after the run and was able to speak with him. He reassured me that he had a while and that he was beginning different treatments for the cancer that had spread almost everywhere. He always made me feel better. He helped me a dozen times in the last 12 years. There was the time I was driving to Pagosa and my Subaru kept overheating. He saw me on the side of the road and pulled over and gave me some ideas to keep the car on the road. He followed me so that I did not get stranded. That Sunday he stayed around after the race and helped me replace a hose that had broken. We replaced the thermocouple once outside my apartment. He helped me a lot with that car. There was the time that I was installing a cruise control in my Honda. I was having a hard time and Bill asked to help. Told me that it was “No big deal” I dropped it off at the shop on Saturday before a ride and came back 7 hours later and he was still in there with his white shirt and tie telling me that he almost had it done. I am sure I can think of a few more. Bill always wanted to help. We went to the first Veloswap in Denver must have been 10 years ago. We then went every year until I moved away. It was a pilgrimage that we enjoyed. Traveling with Bill was always fun. We often ate lunches at an all you can eat Japanese restaurant, he loved Sushi and wasabi. One of the funniest times was when he convinced one of our younger friends to try octopus. Bill was very convincing at getting others to try new things. Bill was always up for a party. Over the years the team parties went from Kegs of beer and boxed wine to fine vintages, the parties changed a bit as did the team. When people would come on rides and inquire about the team, I would tell them that they had to talk to Bill. I always listened to what Bill had to say. I asked his advise many times. He had the ability to digest information and react in a cool calming manner. Bill worked most Saturdays. The last time I saw him at the dealership it was Christmas Eve and I asked why he was working. He told me that he couldn’t ask others to work on that day without working himself. He always led by example. I watched Bill be a father to Morgan. That little girl grew up and what a strong woman she is. What an example he set. I described to a friend what Bills loss felt like to me. I told him that it was like I had grown up under a huge Oak tree. After years of being away from home I now feel that I have returned only to find that the tree is no longer there. The world is a different place without the strength and goodness of Bill. We will always remember you. Derek Moffett

Bill was the kindest, sweetest most understanding man I ever knew! I can't believe he left us to fend for ourselves. I am so sorry he is gone...we all have to step up to the BILL STANDARD and do the best we can. Bill was the gold standard for perfection in humans....he was SO SPECIAL...even people who didn't know him are diminished by his loss...he was that good! All my love sweethheart.....thanks for working my cool bike into your off hours....we'll all meet on your new velodrome. I cannot thank BILL enough for all the things he taught me or made me read....Sorry Laura...mere mortals will seem so substandard....................VIVA BILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think our conversation was the same every time we saw each other. Dammit Dave where is it? I left it home. I'll let you go this time but you better have it with you at the next one. OK Bill OK, I promise I'll have my license with me next time. Yeah, right. Just put it in your wallet. Dave Holly

I just heard the news about Bill I'm saddened that we lost such a wonderful Friend, Father, Husband and a racing partner Our time together with the Harvard Bike house MNVS team and Perfection Honda was increadible Ride On Bill!!!!!

It has taken me a while to comprehend the loss of such a great person. This morning it finally hit me that I will no longer see Bill and I am genuinely sad. Bill set an example that will never be forgotten by anyone who came in contact with him. Since moving to New Mexico in 1993 I remember Bill as the guy who never had anything negative to say and was always there to lend encouragement, a helping hand or just that darn smile…no matter how bad you were feeling, he could always make you laugh. As I write this it is difficult for me to not ramble on about all the wonderful times Bill shared with us. He will never be forgotten and I will always have that grin etched in my mind. Thanks Bill, Brian and Amy Stangel

The Mather family is blessed to have known Bill. He had many diverse interests, was an insightful conversationalist and taught me many things about bikes, racing, cars, history, and the Southwest. Most importantly, and by his example, Bill showed my family how to focus on what matters most in life! Bill openly shared his knowledge and was extremely generous with his time. A few years ago, I had been having intermittent trouble starting my car. I knew this was something I should address, but after I’d get it started I’d forget about the problem and be on my busy way. After a long day of work, my car wouldn’t start. Finally I did get the engine to turn over and I called Bill at Perfection. He quickly diagnosed the problem as an old battery and told me he’d wait for me at the shop. As I pulled into the back parking lot, there was Bill with a smile on his face and a new battery in hand. Knowing the shop was closed and it was late, I told Bill that I’d install it at home. In his clean white shirt and tie, Bill removed the old battery--with the motor still running! Watching Bill carefully put his hands next to moving belts and a spinning fan, I asked him if I should turn the engine off. He responded, “If we leave the engine on you won’t lose the radio’s preset stations.” Here was Bill staying late to assist a friend and only thinking of how he could be most helpful. About a year later, when I was out of town, Ellen’s Odyssey, which had a brand new battery in it, wouldn’t start, so she called Bill asking him what to do. Bill told her he’d be right up, pulled his car into our garage and jump-started her car. Bill’s assessment was a loose terminal that wasn’t making the proper connection. Ellen thanked Bill and said apologetically, “So sorry to bother you and have you come all the way up here.” “Bother me? I’d be mad if I learned that you had a car problem and you DIDN’T call me!” responded Bill. Ellen felt Bill’s sincerity and as a new mother with a husband who traveled every week, was comforted to know our friend Bill was only a phone call away. Ellen and I feel lucky that we got to know Bill over thousands of miles of bike rides and over many bottles of wine. So why did two simple stories about batteries come to mind? I think both are examples of Bill’s generosity and friendship, but I think they are also a metaphor for Bill’s life. Most of us don’t fully appreciate a car battery until it doesn’t work. Even the most energetic of us don’t realize our potential until we are properly connected. Bill quietly gave his energy to his friends and community, from a little spark to a full jump-start. Positive to positive and always grounding the negative! Now he is gone and we realize the significance of his contribution and appreciate the impact he made on our own lives. Thanks Bill for all that you were and did! We are blessed to have called you our leader & close friend.

I met Bill at my first road race – the (former) Nob Hill to Crest race. Before the race, called him to ask if I could ride my mountain bike and he explained how to make it legal. After the race, I whined about not getting prize money for my spectacular 5 th place finish in the Masters. It soon became clear to me that Bill was not only ‘the man’ in the NM cycling community, but also a very patient and forgiving person. He never called me a jerk (which I was), or mentioned it again. One of the last times I saw Bill was at this year’s Highway 6 race. He was obviously struggling with serious physical and mental challenges, but did his best. And that was still better than any other promoter / official I have met in the years since that first encounter. I know he was working on another Crest race right up until his last week with us. Bill was still clearly ‘the man’ in cycling right to the end. In the few years that I knew him, Bill was my mentor and role model in so many ways. He helped me become a promoter and official. More importantly, he showed me how one person can be strong, patient, committed, humble, calm, joyful, reliable, and full of integrity. It is now clear to me that Bill was also ‘the man’ in a much larger sense. It was my good fortune to have known Bill. His loss diminishes us all. But his memory and spirit uplifts all who knew him. Tom Spross

As is the case with many people in this forum, our contact with Bill McLain was sporadic, centering on the bicycle races he so deftly promoted and officiated. Reading through this forum we realize that our impressions of Bill as someone who had nurtured a genuine and wholesome character are not only validated, but fall way short of comprehending the measure of his persona. We were unaware of his ailment, and now, form this perspective, the way he carried himself is all the more admirable. He did carve a draft for others to follow, not only on the bike, but in life as well. Saddened by this unexpected loss, and moved by the chorus of voices that pay tribute to him, we want to add ours to it. Th ank you for your dedication, professionalism, and love of the sport, Bill. Our deepest condolences to Laura, and the rest of his family. Jesus Ilundain & Irene Beyerlein

To Bill's Family Thanks for letting Bill come out and play Bill, you are the kind of friend everyone wishes for and treasures once met We are grateful for your never ending friendship and camaraderie Thank you for your mentorship and support Ride on Compadre, we love you AMart

Bill was one person I met 13 years ago riding in a Masters race in Bernardo. The race was 50 miles and he was riding for Harvard Bike shop. With 12 miles to go he and another rider broke away and my thoughts were that I have to follow. I caught the first guy who was riding for Scalo who dropped back. I put my head down to catch the guy in front (Bill) who just pedaled away like he was touring. When I caught up to him I said "lets go!" and he caught my wheel and we rotated every 30 seconds. I told me his name, " My name is Bill McLain" and then he said "if you can keep them off our tail I'll let you win." I must say I was skeptical at first but he said I was very strong and we finished the 50 miles way ahead of the peleton of riders. We shook hands as we crossed the finish line. I, after 13 years since that race in '93 would run across his name in the paper or in the cycling circles. I never forgot about Bill Mclain because that was the greatest day I will never forget. Thanks, Bill for letting me win. Robert M. Rivera, Santa Fe

Many of our team members have enjoyed participating in the Moriarty Record Challenge. We look forward to the event as a high point in every season. Nancy & I have been there many times trying to set our personal best times. Our son & his wife have even driven down from Boulder, CO to join us a couple of times. This event means so much to so many of us. It could never have been the same experience without Bill running the show. He was such a very special guy in every way possible. Not only did he organize a sensational event, he made us all feel special just for being there. We'll miss him. Bob & Nancy Beck Midwest Masters Cycling Team

I was so sorry to hear of William Sr. McClain's son losing the battle to a cancer. William Sr. and his dear wife have been a great revelation to our family of Talkington's who are descendants to Bill. I know how Bill Sr. is so if his son Jr. was any thing like his dad he will be missed by all of his freinds and relatives here in California. I hope someone can take over his place he seemed to cherish so much in his bicyclist hobby he had. Hope the family wll be content that they had a son so much liked by so many people who had little concepts until Bill Jr. came to them. A Talkington descendant of William McClain and his son, William N. Spicer, of Tustin, CA

I met Bill when I briefly attempted racing at the TNC a couple of years ago. I was always the last one to cross the start/finish line in the women's races. It was always so nice to hear words of encouragement from Bill each lap. He always kept encouraging me, knowing that it was frustrating for me to get lapped so many times. Thank you Bill, for all that you contributed to the cycling community in New Mexico...may your legacy live on!!! To Laura, Morgan and the rest of the family, you will always remain in the hearts of all of the cycling community.

It is nice to read the over flow of love and respect for Bill. I had the opportunity of working with him for 4 plus years. He was the foundation of experience and knowledge that I know alot of people went to including myself in tough times to make tough calls. He was an " in the trenches" type of guy who always stepped up to help if there wasn't anyone else available. Thanks Bill, for being a great work associate and friend. You will be missed. My love to Bill's entire family.

I've only known Bill a short time. The short time I've know him I've sensed a special individual. Bill had qualities I only find in my war fighter type friends. Once your own his team he would do anything to help you out. I don't think you even need to be on his team, just the fact your a cyclist in the community.The guy would literally give you his shirt off his back. If Bill knew you needed something whether it was a time trial helmet or any other type of gear he had, he would be the first to volunteer and lend it out. Not only would Bill lend out his gear, but he would lend out his time to improve the cycling community. This is a great man who will be missed. The world would be a happier place if there was more people out there like Bill McClain. GOD BLESS

Laura and Morgan, I have only recently met you both and I am so sorry for your loss in such a generous spirit as Bill. Bill has always impressed me with his calm demeanor, few but important words, and his commitment to cycling. His leadership was a pivotal element in NM cycling. His presence was at all times reassuring, safe, nurturing. Thank you for sharing him with our corner of the world, Miriam

I have known Bill for many years . T here are so many stories; but the thing I will remember the most about Bill; he would never say no when you asked him for help. He helped me build several of my bikes, including my latest cross bike that he recently purchased it for me at the bike swap since I could not attend . S o many favors, and never asking for one himself . H e was teacher on cycling, and life . I learned from his example . I t was fun riding and racing with him . His family always welcomed you into his home . Thank you Laura and Morgan for sharing him with us . One of my found memories is riding on Bill’s 40th birthday; a round trip to Mountainair (170 miles). I think I would like to tell Bill “I hope the wind is on your back and you’re riding down hill ", but I think he would rather be going up hill and enjoying every minute of it! God Bless you and your family. Sincerely Steve Gonzales

Thinking about Bill this last week, the thing that strikes me is I can remember every single encounter with him over the last 5 years. There was always something profound or memorable in even the shortest conversations. Bill, you helped me on numerous occassions like so many others. From helping me straighten out my act to get a race together to a memorable quote upon me breaking my collarbone "get that skinsuit off now because you're about to have the worst pain of your life and they'll cut it off". My favourite time was that cross race where I smacked you in the leg with my bike going over the barriers. My apology was met with a quick no problem so for good measure, I smacked you in the head with the bike the next time through. Bracing for the lecture, I got an anaerobic chuckle and a "don't worry about it". I've been screamed at for far less but somehow you still have class even over the "Redline". NM cycling is a far better place for having had Bill and a little bit empty right now, but the incredible example of a fine man will live on in so many things we all do. Thanks for everything Bill, Scott Hubbarrd

It is hard to come to terms that a friend such as Bill Mclain, a man with a great character and charisma that did so much for the sport of cycling, is no longer with us physically. When remembering Bill I will remember him for the good times we had and for the kind person that he was. One of the most memorable times was when we did the Mountainair loop 2 years ago. We spent close to 7 hours on the saddle, having a good old time. He was so humble that he thanked Randy Corcoran and I for taking “strong” pull, although he did his fair share along with everybody else on the ride. When my wife and I were looking for a new car, Bill was a deciding factor on our decision to by a car from Perfection Honda. I told my wife that if we had any type of problem with the car Bill would take care of it. My statement was validated a couple months later when I called him at work and expressed some concerns about a light on the control panel. He just said “ Silvio, bring it over and I will take care of it. “ In a couple hours I got a call back from him and the problem was resolved. Nobody really knew, I am sure with the exception of a couple people, how much really hurts his cancer treatment, but instead of feeling sorry for himself, he would share with us his experiences by showing us pictures and he would talked about if you asked. I remember stopping by Perfection Honda one day after a ride on Christmas Break last year. I wanted to congratulate him on his promotion and before I knew it we were talking about his latest treatment. He showed me pictures and he described to me in details how it felt and how weird it was. The funny thing was that he would laugh about it too. Instead of being there for a 10-15 minutes like I planned, I was there for over an hour without even sensing it. That’s how contagious his outlook for life was. Our sport will miss a great advocate and I will miss a great friend. Thanks Bill for being a part of our life!! Silvio, Gabrielle, Madeleine and Isabella

Thank you Bill for helping me out when I started racing a couple of years ago, when nobody new me , Bill was the friendly person who let me in the door...

Bill will forever be the symbol of New Mexico cycling. I'm really thankful for everything he has done for me.......and all of us.

I had the priviledge of working for several years with Bill at Perfection Honda. Bill was an dedicated manager and a pure delight to work with. It seems everything he did he did with selflessness, that it very apparent to anyone who knew him. I am very grateful to him for his generous time and knowledge. It was hard for us to watch Bill fight this battle of cancer day in and day out, but he did so with such courage and dignity. Never once did I hear Bill complain about his circumstances. Bill you are a true gentleman and will be sorely missed!!

Bill McLain was, and is, the kind of person that makes you feel happy to be alive. I was told of Bill's death last week but decided to give it time before I submitted any words about him so that I could reflect a bit, for this comes as a shock to me. Over the past few days I've thought of Bill so many times and have come to realize that even though I moved away from NM more than 8-years ago, how important that Bill (and Laura) remained in my life and just how close he is to my everyday consciousness. Like that Oak Tree that Derek mentioned. He was influential to me as both a cycling guru and a friend. Sorry for rambling but unfortunately I will not be able to make the party in Bill's honor this weekend -- I know there will be so many more Bill stories and I'd so love to hear and share in that. I'm surprised how many of your names I recognize when I read your posts and I would love to reconnect with a NM that was such a great period of my past. I was fortunate to have Bill Mclain a friend for the nearly 2-years that I lived in ABQ, and as I read your posts I realize how he made all of us feel like his best friend. He had that sort of effect on people. I met Bill my first or second week in NM and by the next week I was on the team. It was my first year racing and so he became a sort of mentor to me both on and off the bike. Like many of you, I found Bill to have a special gift for understanding with uncanny clarity the sense of a situation, and then knowing just how to "put it". And Bill taught me something long ago through example that I am just now beginning to understand: that its possible to race purely for the joy of it without the need to be a player or a contender. Its about giving it your all and knowing that it's your internal battle that really matters. A favorite memory of Bill is the two of us sitting on the back bumper of one our cars immediately after a race drinking our lastest batches of homebrew and discussing how we would improve them next time as other racers walked by scoffing that we were rehydrating with beers. And remember the team party when he won the "best legs" (or was it best butt) contest and all us young guys were so upset that an old fart beat us? And the Tour of the Gila with the team and Bill's entire family are still one of my favorite racing experiences. Bill and I would have reconnected again in our lives, I'm sure, and so I mourn the loss: for me, for you, and especially for his family who were an intregal part of my life while in NM. Laura and Morgan, my condolances and love.

I was unknowingly leaving racing when I first met Bill. That was 1994, my wife & I had just bought our first house and it became the devotion of my energy, even though I had signed up for Bill's fledgling team after May came that year I was out the back. But through the year's to come, whenever I met Bill, (one Honda owner here), he would remember me and we would talk about racing bike, cars or whatever and he would always try to get back on my bike! Bill was just that kind person. He had the right stuff. When I had the honor interviewing him about the Record Challenge for a film on the event, his great focus shown through. His answers came like he had done it thousand times. And like he handle these last years he seemed unfazed by it all. Goodbye for now Bill. I hope to see you again up the road someday. Aaron Wilson

Link to the Albuquerque Journal article of 5/18/2006: http://www.abqjournal.com/go/460786go05-18-06.htm

To all of you who spent much of this day fulfilling Bill's wishes, please accept our sincere gratitude. Bill & Fran McLain

My Dearest Bikeboy, Well, it's all over now. This morning Morgan and I brought you to the team to take up the crest road. I had to save some of you for myself, though. Pamala, Mark, Morgan and I drove up with you, too. We all gathered at the Finish Line for your race and took some pictures, then we "made you the new finish line". Everyone took turns taking you up the road. JR made sure you were second in the last sprint for the finish. Geoff made sure there was plenty of you on his wheels to take back down the road for a really nice finish to your ride. It was a perfect day for a jaunt up the mountain. All of our friends then got together at Randy and Katie Darlin's house for THE BEST PARTY EVER. There were lots of pictures your Mom and Dad brought for everyone to look at (it was great fun to see the old ones). Patrick made a beautiful video of pictures of you for everyone to cry at while watching. Lots of really good food and drinks, and, most especially, really good talk and stories and laughter and tears. Everyone misses you emensely, but no one more than me. I keep telling everybody to tell you it's time to come home from your ride, but I guess you're not ready, yet. I'll wait for, Billy. You come home when you're ready, OK? I Love You, Bikeboy. Laura XOXO

"UNCLE BILLY" I'v known bill McLain my whole life. Not once did he do or say anything that made me mad, not want to talk to him. Even at the exciting family reunions. All twenty one years of my life with him in it were allways joyfull and fun! He was the one that i asked so many question on cars, motorcycles and most of all bicycles about. I could always count on him being there for when i or anyone else for that matter needed something allways. He allways had a good glass of wine in his hand and a newspaper in the other at the infamous family reunions. I will remember him as the physical fit, outgoing and passionate (uncle). Most of all a GREAT husband and father! I will never forget "UNCLE BILLY"

I met Bill accompanying my dad, Jack Pardee, to the Record Challenge at Moriarty. Every year when Bill would pass out the medals he'd reminisce about the first time he met Jack. I was in Austin on May 21 so could not take Jack to the celebration of his life but want to tell his wife and daughter how much I appreciated Bill's kindness to Jack and how much pleasure his work at the Record Challenge has given dad.

Hey, Uncle Billy. I can't help but think everytime I think of you that you and me never really got to talk. I can't be one of the lucky people and say that we sat at Nana's house and talked for hours on end. Sure, I knew you my whole life, but I regret not getting as close to you as I possibly could. I apologize for that. Like my mom Mary said, you were the designated "potato masher" on Thanksgiving. This year, and all the years to come, I will personally make sure your gravy will be kept untouched . And like my brother James said, we'll always remember you as the semi-quiet uncle with the wine glass and newspaper. Too bad you had to miss the party. It was awesome . Everyone came to see you. But, I guess you live in enough people's hearts that you were there, in a way. No one could possibly forget you, Uncle Billy, never. I even had one of my random friends say he knew you! How crazy is that?! Well, I must say good-bye for now. Ta-ta! Laura Ann and Morgan: We all love you very much. Don't forget that. We can never replace Uncle Billy, and I think it'd be rude if we even tried, but we're still here for you. Always. I love you! ~Phaedra

Thanks Bill for your part in organizing the NMVS group rides. Thanks for taking Lisa and me onto your team. Thanks for the support you gave me as a racer on your team and what you gave to everyone as an organizer and official. I didn't know what to say to you in the last couple of months, but I think you knew you were loved by all of us. Gene

I am one of the nurses who helped to take care of Bill on his last 2 days. I am surrounded by death often.....but his has remained with me. I was not fortunate enough to have known him prior........but I feel blessed to have been of help to him and his family during this time. You are all still in my prayers. I rode in the Sante Fe Century this past Sunday and thought of him. Sheri, Charge Nurse in NSI at University Hospital

Doug, it was the best butt contest (after a little too much Goldschlager), and Bill did win. Apparently skinny and smooth beats muscular and hairy, regardless of age! Just one of many great parties we were able to have with Bill and the rest of you "bike-dorks". We are looking forward to many more and I know Bill will be present at all of them! Katie Corcoran

I knew Bill through the mid-nineties as a racer and team leader and as I read all the tributes to him they all ring so true. Soon after meeting Bill and joining NMVS we went on a road trip to the Valley of the Sun race in Phoenix I remember him telling about how he had met Laura then he talked about Morgan then a bit about racing. Laura, I’ll say it again thanks for sharing Bill with us. Rob, Carolyn & Grace

Let’s review my life it won’t take long, It started 48 years ago, In a small town in the middle of New Mexico I grew up humble Then met my wife I made sure each day I enjoyed my life I raced motorcycles in my younger days, Then became a bicycle racer as maturity changed my ways We had a daughter -- precious Morgan, She was all we ever needed, she brought such fun.. When Morgan’s illness struck, we fought together, It was a storm we all did weather Morgan grew up and got older, And some would say, that she got much bolder, Laura was always by my side, The same person she was, when she became my bride. We lived our life in our humble home, And with our Honda cars, We didn’t need a fancy life Like the movie stars, And I was always happy, With my family and my friends Even going to bicycle races, until the very end. And now that I have passed away, What is my legacy? For everyone to put on a smile, And fondly remember me. Keep doing what you always do, Enjoy each and every day, And maybe appreciate the little things, Knowing that I have passed away. Farewell

I didn't know Bill McLain personally but remembering talking to him at the John McCallister Memorial Bike race back in 2002. Brandon had set up his first race and Mr. McLain was there to encourage and support his first endeavor.

Bill always made me feel welcome to the New Mexico bike racing community when I started racing here a few years ago. Many times he went out of his way to offer a word of support or a gesture of kindness, or simply to talk about bike racing or cars. He was especially helpful to my mom in her (successful) attempt at the national record in the 20K time trial for the 60-64 age class in the Record Challenge. A couple of memories from cyclocross races. About a minute before the start of my second or third race, a goathead punctured my tire, making an audible "pssshhhh" that was unmistakable to everyone at the line, including Bill. Without missing a beat, Bill ran to his spare wheel, handed it me, and said "here, take this!" My day was saved, and fortunately Bill didn't flat during the race. At another race, my chain came off at one of the barriers. Bill, no more than 10 feet behind me on his bike, and seeing the difficulty I was having getting clipped in, yelled out encouragement for the entire lap: "Just keep pedaling!" Though he was in the race and working to get back to the leaders, as was I, it seemed Bill's main concern was getting me back in the game. Bill was an inspiration to many of us in the cycling community, as the number of entries in this log shows. Not so much as a bike racer, but as a fine and thoughtful man. We'll miss you, Bill

Hello friends of my friend. I met Bill when he was still in high school and I was at UNM. We met through our shared passion for motorcycling. He had a DT250 Yamaha enduro that he kept trying to drive like a roadracer on the street, and those semi-knob trials tires let him down a few times. :) He later got an RD250 Yamaha (much less falling down) and he and I (on my 350 Ducati) would race around town and just generally hang out together. We and another friend made an epic trip out to Laguna Seca for the AMA National (in 1974 or 75) and were thrilled at getting to be at a real roadrace with all the ace national and international riders, just like in the magazines. After I graduated and moved away we kept in frequent touch, though as the years passed that got less frequent as he lost interest in motorcycles and got into push-bikes and our lives began to diverge. At times after I moved to California in 1977 we did team together and entered an Aspen CO endurance race (the bike had an engine failure in practice) and we met at different vintage road races in California, Nevada and Colorado. Bill flew out several times to go to Laguna Seca for the races - a couple of times we went as spectators, and another time I was racing and he was my pitcrew. I was "best man" when he and Laura were married. We drove out for his party in May. I probably saw some of you there, but Bill, Fran, Laura, Morgan and Mark Webster were the only ones of you that I knew. I'm very pleased to see how well respected Bill was among his bicycle/work friends, but it doesn't surprise me a bit. Bill was my friend for about 35 years, and I'm very glad I knew him. I've put a few photos up on my website in this folder: http://www.eurospares.com/graphics/billmclain/ There are a couple of shots of us when I raced at Laguna Seca, as well as some of Bill's vintage race bikes (the Honda CB77 Super Hawk and his CL77 pit bike). As I run across more photos I'll scan them and push them up to the website. thanks, Michael Moore San Francisco, CA

The best memory I have of Bill would be the 2002 NM RR Championships at Laguna. Bill flatted on the 2nd lap and me being on the best form of my short career! I asked Cliff Loucks if we should wait or slow up the pack so he could get a wheel change. Cliff said " Thats fine with me" so thats what we did. I didn't know Bill at the time being a Clovis neo-pro so I figured what difference could it make to let this guy stay in the race? Well fast foward to lap #4 and the Loucks,LePell attack on that awful hill on that awful hot June day. I dug deep to make the break and got on a wheel and immediately off one. Continuing on the only pace sustainable I figured I had a podium spot locked up? Well not so fast! Here comes Bill around me at the top and rockets to the finish and a podium! Over the last couple years I,ve thought about what would of happened but now I wouldn't have changed a thing. Enjoy your eternal podium Bill and we'll miss you.

I met Bill when he was working at M&M Honda and every time I took my bike in for service I was impressed with the way he handled his customers. He wasn't only knowledgeable but extreamly helpful. I believe it was in 1992 maybe 1993 after taking my bike to M&M I went back to work and told the owner of the dealership where I worked, that I wanted to hire Bill McLain. He asked how well I knew him, and I said "I don't know him personally but I had delt with him at M&M and I didn't think we could find anyone better. Anyway to make a long story short Bill and I went to lunch and he accepted our offer to work for Perfection Honda. I'm now in the motorcylcle business and every time I run into Danny McCasland, who owned M&M Honda, he reminds me that I stole his best employee. I agree I did and Bill was one of the best people at Perfection Honda too. He will be sorely missed by everyone who knew him. By old friend. TedZ

I haven't been in New Mexico for quite a few years, now, but I have fond memories of all the group rides I did in the 90's. I was shocked and very saddened to learn about both Bill and Paula. I rode for NM Velosport for 2 years and Bill was such a trooper with a great attitude. Even when I moved away, he welcomed me back when I came to town. I (and many others) certainly appreciate all of his kind efforts. John.

My Dearest Bikeboy, It has been 9 months since you left us. Tonight, I have been re- reading all the letters people have written to you, again. I had no idea that so many would re-read them. Eleven thousand four hundred and forty-eight times this site has been looked at. The last time I checked, the number was less than half that. You are well loved, sir. I miss you so much. I know you must be laughing at me now. The job I have involves quite a lot of computer work. Everyday, I hear you giggling at me. Your computer meant so much to you. I know that you peek over my, or Morgan's, shoulder to see what we are looking at or reading or doing. I look at the mountain everyday and say hello. I can still hear the "clomp, clomp, clomp" of your bike shoes on the kitchen floor. Your bike is still in the garage. I'm sure you take it out for a spin when I'm not around. I know everyday that where ever you decide to ride, the wind is at your back both ways. I still can't figure out why your jersey and shorts are white instead of black now. When you came home that Saturday evening from your ride, the color was white, not black. Someday you'll explain that one to me. Well, it's time to say good night. Sweet dreams, Billy. I love you. Laura

My Dearest Bike Boy, It has now been 1 year, 5 months and 5 days since you left. I still look at the mountain each day and ask you how you are doing. Today, you sat there on the Crest, like it's a big bench and you're the Jolly Green Giant, but you looked a bit distracted. It was a very beautiful and perfect day, and I figured you must have been riding up and down the mountain like it was the flats of Moriarty! I'll bet Paula was with you, and the two you were sprinting for the sign posts for the win. Mountain clmbing must be so easy for the two of you now. I wish, sometimes, that I had told you more often how handsome I always thought you were, or that I hadn't nagged you about things I didn't understand. That "Mars/Venus" thing can be hard to get sometimes. You were always a good husband and a great father to Morgan. She is doing well these days, her life is very full and satifying, albeit trying at times, I'm sure. But, whose isn't. Please know that everyone still misses you very much, and we all wish you were still here, saying things like: "what's witdat?" or "wellllll...." or "here's what I think...". That split second, when we were sitting in the living room, and you'd get this look on your face, and I knew you were about to say something, so I'd wait a few seconds, then I'd ask you: "what are you thinking?" How many times did it happen that you and I were thinking the very same thing for days on end, and neither of us knew the other was thinking the same thing? That always amazed and amused me. Thanks for listening to me. I just needed to have a chat with you. Sometimes I imagine that you must buzz around in your laptop, the one I'm writing to you on right now. You were always so attached to it. I'm absolutely positive you wurl around inside it's workings and check out what's going on in the world. Well, I just wanted to talk a bit. Sleep well, Sweetie. See in the morning, on the mountain. Love, Laura