Apparently three days ago Colin and his girlfriend/fiance/whatever got into a huge fight, she like left or somthing. Colin started talking about suicide but nobody took it seriously, because he was always a happy guy and everything. Three days later nobody had heard from him, so Alan Cooke and his buddy Gary Nichols were wondering where Colin had been, Gary goes over to Colin's house, and found all the doors locked. He gets into the garage and Colin was laying on the garage floor with blood coming out of his nose, the way it seems is that he died of carbon monoxide poisining, he turned on his chopper and sat there in the garage until the fumes killed him.
That's the story I've heard from Cielencki and Will Stroud. Seriously sucks.
As Jimmy said it, there are two ways to handle this, sit and be sad, or go out and ride our bikes like Colin would want. I mean it's alright to be sad, it's a great loss to anybody that knew him, and BMX in general. Remember that Colin lived for BMX, ever since he started it was his life. He did gaps bigger than people could see, did the craziest shit EVER and LOVED every second of it. I say that the next time any of us gets on our bike we ride like Colin would, and how Colin would want us to ride. For the simple joy that we get from riding around on a "little kids bike," love every second of it, and never forget why we started.
RIP Colin Winkelman.
Taken from another BMX site