I rode with Ed on a 1000k in North Carolina a few years ago. A group of us rode most of the distance together, going fairly slowly to keep together. Out of the blue, Ed just launched away from the group. Somebody who knew him said, "sometimes, Ed just bolts." It was a funny moment. He came back; he just needed to feel some speed, I expect.
On the inaugural Natchez Trace 1500, I rode far behind Ed. My ride strategy was to ride fast and sleep lots. Ed's strategy was different; I understand he rode the 1500 kilometers straight through.
I can't say I knew him, but I know he was a strong rider and tough randonneur. He was just a couple years older than me; far too young.
RIP Ed.