I am David's mother, Dora. We have been very moved by the tributes to David and enjoyed the photos. Most of you have known him as an adult so a few words about his early years. Our first-born he was much wanted and eagerly awaited. His first trip to Spain was when I was pregnant with him in December 1959 and indeed we travelled the same road on which he ended his life - near Ronda - at that time there were no cars and the donkeys shied from ours. We like to think that the trip influenced his love of Spain and indeed - apart from the people of Spain and the weather, it was their roads he loved best - we are learning many things from your tributes that he kept from us to protect us - including the amazing speeds he was so proud of achieving on Spanish roads. David was a very intelligent child - he learned to read early and was voracious in his reading - he had read the whole bible by the age of seven, and chose to have a barmitzvah at 13 but then rejected all religion. We were relieved that his friend and colleague, Jesus covered the cross on his shroud with the new T-shirt with the logos of David's FWR business and his own - David would have approved. David hated school and studying - he passed exams because of intelligence, not study but didn't stay at school beyond 17. Motor-bikes seized his passions very young. He insisted on a motor-scooter at 16 and even his first crash soon after, and a broken leg, did not deter him. At 17 he left home and, although we were able to keep in touch, he was his own master thereafter. He tried many ways to earn a living, an insurance clerk (not long!), a stage technician (about 2 years), a plumber and central heating engineer, a courier during the two years he and Mandy spent in Australia, and finally he founded FWR. He had bad luck with his partners - Phil Raven of Watertite and Andy Morris of FWR both dying young but we admired the way he coped with these tragedies, with great integrity and concern for Andy's young family. We knew that David would always be there if we were in need - he accompanied his father, Jack to Auschwitz to remember Jack's parents who were killed there in 1945. Jack had hesitated to go, but David just said in his typical way "if you want to go, I'll go with you" which settled it and he was wonderful and was the perfect companion. Perhaps the experience gave him a sense of what was really important. He supported us in various family crises and tragedies. He was brilliant in helping just a month before he died when his father had a stroke - from which he has recovered - nothing was too much trouble for David to do - including a journey to the hospital to fetch him home in a snow blizzard that delayed him for 3 hours! He acquired his love of good food and wine from us and always appreciated my cooking. How pleased we were when he found Mandy who continued to support him in all his enterprises. My last fond memory of him was this last Christmas when he and his nephew, Matthew (12 years) who adored him, fended off the rest of the family to eat all the caponata I had prepared. We knew that with his passion for biking he might not outlive us but we lived in hope. We will miss him.