R.I.P., Randy Niere

Very sad news… Local bicyclist/photographer/activist Randy “Ranj” Niere has passed away, likely from existing health problems. Randy lived on Strawberry Hill in KCK and was a strong advocate for bicycling.  He was a loud voice for the BikeKC plan back in 2002, and served on the MoBikeFed Board for many years. Much of Randy’s excellent photography is on Flickr and Facebook.

From Brent Hugh, Executive Director of the Missouri Bicycle Federaton:

FYI I just heard that Randy Niere passed away a couple of days ago.

I don’t know any details but his friends got worried they hadn’t
heard from him in a couple of days and when they went to check on
him, found him passed away.

Those of you who know him know that he has been in very precarious
(and deteriorating) health since his simultaneous stroke & heart
attack about 8 years ago.

The first time I met him is when we worked on developing citizen
support for the Bike KC initiative in 2002.

(And the sad thing is, Randy didn’t live to see it implemented . . .
we may see some things on the ground later this summer, but I guess
that will be a bit too late for Randy . . . ).

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9 Responses to R.I.P., Randy Niere

  1. Marie Pickard says:

    RIP Ternon!

  2. I had a friend ask me if I knew what was up with Ranj. They met the last time I came back to KC for a visit and I hosted a party. I was chatting with Ranj a couple of days ago and we were talking about his plans to come visit us the northwest.

    Goodbye my friend.

  3. Randy Rasa says:

    Sorry to hear that. We’d never met, but had corresponded a few times and talked about riding together sometime, but I never got around to making the trip. Darn.

  4. Mike Martin says:

    Randy was known far and wide by another name for most of his adult life. He belonged to an historical reenactment society and that is where I met him. In this group he practiced western martial arts (sword fighting) and was good enough to be recognized as a Knight, one of the highest honors given by the group. He was Ternon de Caerleon and I was his Squire. He taught me more than I can convey, he lead by example (sometimes good, sometimes bad, but always educational) and I will miss him.

    In the last years since his stoke and heart attack he used cycling and photography as therapy. He was in the best shape I’d ever seen him in and he reveled in it. His interest in cycling got me interested and his interest in photography rekindled my own. While he was not active as my Knight for the last several years he was always my “Pop”, and I will miss him.

  5. Etain Nic Connell says:

    Peace my heart…
    Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
    Let it not be a death but completeness.
    Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
    Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
    Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
    Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
    I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
    ~Rabindranath Tagore

  6. gary fox says:

    I also met Ranj in the SCA but since his stroke and heart attacks I have joined him in his other loves for cycling and photography. He helped me build my first recumbent out of parts of bikes in his back yard. He introduced me to the beauty of the katy trail and the beauty of Kansas City at bike level with a camera. So many things we see by biking that cars just zip by. Artwork and grottos of the industrial age. His insights and guidance will be forever missed in my life and i am sure in the lives of many others. rest well my old friend

  7. Judith Poe, Sister to Ranj says:

    I met Ranj, better know as William Randolph Niere, one night after the drive-in theatre where a western was playing starting Randolph Scott. Mother left the movie to go to the hospital and bring Ranj home when I was barely 14. Born on Octoner 9, 1955, he was the youngest of my brothers. Almost like a son to me, for we spent many many hours in each other’s company. During those days his mother was in ill health much of the time and so I became his surrogate mother. Later when he began to walk and talk, he was always in a hurry, always pushing the envelope of his limits. When the family broke up in 1958, we celebrated his birthday on the train to California with a cupcake and a candle. He was three and not sure where he was going, only that all of us were going. I wonder what he thought leaving the only home he had ever known to travel to a strange place to live with strangers. But we were there, so I guess he adjusted just as both my other brother John and I had learned to adjust to the ever changing world that my mother created for us. For mother was volatile and the way to handle difficult relationships or situations for her was to run from them. Escape and start over, almost like a mantra. Maybe that is why now I find myself almost glued to the home that my husband, Charles and I built over 30 years ago, as a safe harbor, an anchor for my body and soul. Somehow I don’t think that Ranj ever found that harbor, but perhaps now on the otherside of life he has. I pray that is so. We loved him, my brother John, mother, and I. We worried for him. I worried for my mother, she is gone. I worried for my brother John, he is gone. And I worried for my brother, Ranj, now he is gone. Who will I worry for now?

  8. Jen P says:

    I knew Randy briefly some 15 years and lifetimes ago. Peace to him and those whose lives he touched. I will always remember him as a gentle giant. I didn’t know him well but my heart remembers him very well.

  9. D says:

    To all of Randy’s family and friends, my deep condolences.

    I have a family connection to Randy, yet we never met. He appears to have been a gifted and kind person and I feel the loss of never having experiencing his energy.

    Not long ago I saw Randy post online and I responded, in hopes of making the connection. He never answered back, and now I know why. I am hoping that Judith Poe, and any other family members who might see this, will contact me.

    Judith, if you (or anyone who knows her) see this, would you please write back and tell me how to find you? I wrote the website owner hoping he’d send you a message with my email, but never heard back and don’t know if he even received it.


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