FILE UNDER "WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN" OR "GETTING ON WITH THE JOB"
I FIRST MET DARYL AT A GIG IN ABOUT '93 ON THE COAST, ON THE PISS AND LOVIN LIFE, HE WAS A DEFINITE GREGARIOUS, LIFE OF THE PARTY DUDE AND A FUCKING LOVELY BLOKE . . . . OVER THE NEXT HALF DOZEN YEARS I WOULD SPEND QUITE A BIT OF TIME IN HIS COMPANY, PLAYING GIGS, DRINKING, OCCASIONALY RIDING, DRINKING, TELLING LIES, DRINKING AND GENERALLY HAVING A FAT TIME . . . . HE WAS NEVER, BY HIS OWN ADMISSION, QUITE AS SERIOUS ABOUT THINGS AS MICK DOOHAN WAS, MICK WOULDN'T TOUCH A DROP IN THE ENTIRE WEEK LEADING INTO A RACE, DAZZLER ON THE OTHER HAND, DID SOMEONE SAY THERE WAS A PARTY SOMEWHERE ? THE NIGHT BEFORE A MEETING ??? . . . . HE WAS STRICTLY FROM THE OLD SCHOOL BAZ SHEENE MOLD !!
He would become an investor in a unfortunately ill fated blues bar adventure with myself and my best mate where he lost a five figure sum of cashola yet not once did he bitch, moan or carry on, not at any point did he let it become a bitter, fucked up thing . . . . same as when he lost all five toes on the 'business' hoof, no sour grapes, no drama, just shut the fuck up, get on with the job and hoist yourself back in the saddle, not unlike how Mick approached his horrendous leg injury, he was all about the thing he felt blessed to be getting paid to do, ride psychotic, killer two wheeled missiles at death defying speeds for a gig.
He was royally fucked in the arse by Yamahahaha for a year that saw his ranking plummet quicker than even a nightmare could dream up, followed by the Suzuki experience that initially looked to be going brilliantly resulting in a second place in the championship behind his good buddy Mick, until the next seasons death bike started throwing him down the track more frequently than you change undies . . . . no fucking wonder the poor bastard decided to chuck it all in, despite all the shit, Dazzler never changed, never became an embittered, cynical, hateful cunt that would've been so easy to do and to understand, he has turned a serious downhill slide into a burgeoning career as one of the best, most informed and knowledgeable commentators in motorsport.
I still run into him every now and again, usually revolving around eating and drinking, nothing has changed, still a full on comedian at every turn, always havin a laugh and a lend, still as mad as a cut snake, just a wee bit older and a lot wiser, and still a lovely bloke . . . . go the Dazzler, stick it in !!!
I FIRST MET DARYL AT A GIG IN ABOUT '93 ON THE COAST, ON THE PISS AND LOVIN LIFE, HE WAS A DEFINITE GREGARIOUS, LIFE OF THE PARTY DUDE AND A FUCKING LOVELY BLOKE . . . . OVER THE NEXT HALF DOZEN YEARS I WOULD SPEND QUITE A BIT OF TIME IN HIS COMPANY, PLAYING GIGS, DRINKING, OCCASIONALY RIDING, DRINKING, TELLING LIES, DRINKING AND GENERALLY HAVING A FAT TIME . . . . HE WAS NEVER, BY HIS OWN ADMISSION, QUITE AS SERIOUS ABOUT THINGS AS MICK DOOHAN WAS, MICK WOULDN'T TOUCH A DROP IN THE ENTIRE WEEK LEADING INTO A RACE, DAZZLER ON THE OTHER HAND, DID SOMEONE SAY THERE WAS A PARTY SOMEWHERE ? THE NIGHT BEFORE A MEETING ??? . . . . HE WAS STRICTLY FROM THE OLD SCHOOL BAZ SHEENE MOLD !!
He would become an investor in a unfortunately ill fated blues bar adventure with myself and my best mate where he lost a five figure sum of cashola yet not once did he bitch, moan or carry on, not at any point did he let it become a bitter, fucked up thing . . . . same as when he lost all five toes on the 'business' hoof, no sour grapes, no drama, just shut the fuck up, get on with the job and hoist yourself back in the saddle, not unlike how Mick approached his horrendous leg injury, he was all about the thing he felt blessed to be getting paid to do, ride psychotic, killer two wheeled missiles at death defying speeds for a gig.
He was royally fucked in the arse by Yamahahaha for a year that saw his ranking plummet quicker than even a nightmare could dream up, followed by the Suzuki experience that initially looked to be going brilliantly resulting in a second place in the championship behind his good buddy Mick, until the next seasons death bike started throwing him down the track more frequently than you change undies . . . . no fucking wonder the poor bastard decided to chuck it all in, despite all the shit, Dazzler never changed, never became an embittered, cynical, hateful cunt that would've been so easy to do and to understand, he has turned a serious downhill slide into a burgeoning career as one of the best, most informed and knowledgeable commentators in motorsport.
I still run into him every now and again, usually revolving around eating and drinking, nothing has changed, still a full on comedian at every turn, always havin a laugh and a lend, still as mad as a cut snake, just a wee bit older and a lot wiser, and still a lovely bloke . . . . go the Dazzler, stick it in !!!
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