I met Frank almost thirty years ago in 96/97 just when he acquired his first bike - a Trek 930, which he later upgraded to his White GT LTS - I still remember the smile on his face for months after obtaining this - he later put my Junior T on after I traded for his Z1. At that point I was 15 and would ride my bike to Allaire solo.
After seeing Frank a few times in the lot out front of his Ford Mustang we finally spoke and started riding together. He was so patient as I was morbidly obese (I used to crack a frame a year at Allaire) but we rode regularly. This later turned into fight club rides and eventually road trips to Blue Mountain and other DH locations to go downhilling. If Frank ever told you about the spectacular crash that looked like an airliner going down - I was there to watch it.
As Allaire had trail issues and Wally came in I was there to help - watching JORBA form and Frank work his magic was wonderful, I never would have dreamed it would have transitioned to what it is now - But Frank was dedicated and made it happen. Our time in trail work eventually led me to a horticulture degree which turned into managing farms which led to where I am now - much of it shaped by my time spent with Frank as a young man.
We lost a unique and special individual who united so many of us in happiness. I am happy for the connections but sad to say we have lost one of our “Connectors”. The world has some large Wookie shoes to fill now.