I met Ken O'Shea at the age of 19 and he was at a Dance in Plymouth Guildhall with many of his cycling friends. We became friends first, and I knew he was almost a confirmed bachelor. Having a short courtship we married eventually at St. Barnabas Church on 3rd April, 1964. As a love of sport, I followed him on his rides of the road, in the Plymouth Cycling Club's van with the spare bikes on top, just like they do in all road races. His Manager was Jack Phillips and he knew when "Ken was doing a ride" by the persperation falling from his nose. This might seem over the top to say, but it made him the best and strongest time trialist in the West Country let alone Plymouth. He travelled miles to cycle in British races and always wore his Plymouth Colours (Green and Black). It never ceased to surprise me how exciting it was sitting in that van and cheering him on. Lastly I will always remember him saying you have to aspire to things when you are young (as I did as a classically trained singer). We had fun, and built houses, gave birth to a daughter, Adele O'Shea, and as Grandfather to Victoria Greenaway. The loss of him leaves a void in the cycling world, but read his biographical book that fame brought him. Its quite a read for any young aspirant who wants to be in the sport. Ken gave up after his veteran cycling days, retiring to concentrate on his model trains. He was a very strong man in life, and I hope in the stars above, he is at peace now. Fond remembrances from former wife, Joan O'Shea (now Joan Tremeer). RIP Ken and ride the range. xxx
Joan Tremeer
22/08/2026