Never seen anybody like Dave through the top of Barregarrow, back then the edge of the tarmac on the exit/drop was much more cambered and rough than it is now, I snook just into the prohibited area on my belly, head just poking through the grass, every lap Dave had it right in the gutter, crossed up pressing on the pegs to get her to change direction. Very much missed, not been around as long as some on here but I havn't seen/felt the Island so subdued as when we lost him which tells us everything we need to know about DJ.