Late Winter 2018 | 23 These are two life lessons that all of us can use to help us moving forward. I am sure I did not get these sayings exactly right, but I think I hit on the gist of what Dave meant by them. He had a far better way of using them and saying them when the timing was right. I certainly don’t do them the justice that Dave Page did! Dave was one of those people who could argue with you like there was no tomorrow and 10 minutes later you could sit down with him and have lunch and it was as if nothing had happened.  I always admired his ability to flip that switch, so to speak.  Dave was always willing to listen to an opposing idea as long as you have the facts and figures there to convince him otherwise. He cared deeply about snowmobiling and the VAST organization. Sometimes you might think he was fighting for the Brighton Snowmobile Club but once you stepped back and took a look, you realized he wanted what was best for everyone overall.  He was always willing to fight for what was right.  He was also always willing to lend a hand and would give the shirt off his back.  Someone noted this at his services and I could not agree more. Dave could debate with the best of them and you know almost all the time Dave was right in the end. It might take a while for you or the person he was debating with to see it, but Dave was usually spot on! I had lunch with Dave a couple of weeks before he passed.  Never in a million years did I think it would be my last lunch with him. During that lunch he expressed some frustration and even talked about taking a step back from snowmobiling and letting others step in and take it over.  I listened and thought to myself, “Dave, you love it too much. You’re not going anywhere.” Well, I guess Dave was right yet again. Others are going to have to take over now as they do not have a choice.  They have big shoes to fill for sure, but I can say that there are some good folks stepping up in that community and I am confident the club is in good hands and will do well now and into the future. Everyone is pitching in and picking up where Dave left off. It takes 10 people to do what Dave once did, but with new people come new ideas and new energy, which is a good thing if snowmobiling is to survive. It takes time and generally works out in the end but the transition period is a big one. I am very saddened by this loss as we all are, but at the same time I realize life can end for any of us at any time and there is always a reason for what happens.  Dave passed doing one of the things he loved the most and that gives me some comfort.  He didn’t have to suffer.  The Jet Ski almost got him a few years ago on Island Pond when his life jacket did not keep him afloat. The moose along Route 114 challenged his luck at least four times that I know of, but Dave and his vehicles won every time. Snowmobiling was his way to go, I guess. It was part of the plan for Dave. I know we will all miss his grin, which I would almost compare to the Cheshire Cat. Almost like a smirk. He was always moving 100 miles per hour. Even his walk was fast. He was always on a mission with lots to do, and there was not a nervous bone in his body. As was said at his services, Dave was Dave and we all knew him somehow. He was just Dave! Dave Page’s beloved cat, Bandit. Trails Report