Nicky Hayden left a huge impression on me right from when I finally satisfied a decade-long urge to dive into motorcycle riding. He was a kid who was at the very top of the road sport world order having just won the MotoGP championship. I was at the top of my endurance cycling game, an aging soul excited by the new skills, experiences, and history that motorcycles revealed to me. Later, we'd discover that Nicky was bitten - hard - by the cycling bug, and suddenly I felt a sort of kinship with two-wheeled royalty. I had felt a strange, ambivalent divide between the worlds of cycling and motorcycling, but Nicky's effusive spirit and deep love for both seemed to soften the attitude of many I knew on the motor side toward the rest of us on the pedal side. For that, and for examples he set by being the humble, jovial champion he was, I am grateful. Forza, Kentucky Kid. #ripnickyhayden #rip69 . . .
(This is one of his earliest IG posts.)
That says it all this one needs no caption.