Please limit your memorial to six lines. The first day we rode bikes together, we became friends and competitors; or at least I became a competitor that day - he already was one. Dave became a driving force in my life. I wanted to show him what we were capable of - and what I was capable of - but he couldn’t ever see it, and didn’t want to. Now he’s gone and I miss my driving force. - j

Dave was a bestie, he and his family took me in as one of their own during our Vineyard summers. Dave become a brother I had the privilege of making the acquaintance of and close friends with my family after our adventures ended His Ink remains forever, thanks Pal.
Scot and Elizabeth Alexander
Long Island.

The first time Dave punched me was in the early 80s - in the basement hobby-shop of a guy who lived near Parker Junior High. We were both reading the same magazine and somehow I got in his way. He slapped my magazine away - so I did the same. After seeing stars, I let the air out of his tires and rode home. He arrived hours later and apologized - the last apology.

The last time I visited Dave, he sucker-punched me in the stomach in front of a bunch of people I was really excited to see, which ruined the night, and was also a warning to anyone fantasizing about living beyond the reach of his long shadow.