Darran Lindsay verongelukt 
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Darran Lindsay - by Stephen Davidson
Everybody will have something that they will miss about 'Starrin Darran' Lindsay. The cheekiest chappie in the road racing paddock, the Dundrod rider has left his mark in a special way on all of us who knew him or saw him race.
It was his irrepressible good humour that made Darran different in the paddock. Whether he won or lost he was laughing or at some prank, hitting somebody a slap round the back of the head or nipping somebody's bum. Sure, there were times when his head would drop slightly, maybe never more so than a fortnight ago when he lost out in that fantastic battle with Robert Dunlop in the 125 race at the Dundrod 150 after a plug broke. But the wee head wouldn't hang for long before there was a grin rippling across that impish face and he was at his 'work' again. No matter where I was on the course he would see me and he would be playing to the camera on the warm up or slowing down lap. Darran never missed a chance for a wheelie, a silly face, a thumbs-up or a burnout. After winning the 250cc race at the Mid Antrim a couple of weeks ago he stopped outside Clough and performed a huge smokey burnout, then set off down the road wheelieing like mad and laughing his head off inside the lid.
He won dozens and dozens of races and his house was coming down with trophies. When I called in to his home to take some pictures of him a year ago there were a pile of trophies teetering precariously on top of a table in the shed. '
on't photograph them', Darran shouted 'those are the trophies from the Southern 100 and I haven't got them into the house yet.' It was November and the Southern is in July!
He had the 250 sitting up on the bench that day, stripped and needing a pile of work done to it. I asked him to screw a few bolts on and off for the picture but he turned round and started rummaging in a cupboard before appearing with a broken laptop computer that wouldn’t even switch on. 'This will have Farquhar and Lougher worried' he winked as he connected a couple of bits of wire to the bike and stuck them to the laptop. 'They'll think I'm running telemetry and onboard engine mapping and every bloody thing now!' he laughed.
It wasn't about the trophies or the technology for Darran. It wasn't even about the winning, although no-one was a fiercer or more determined competitor. Ask Robert Dunlop or Ian Lougher about that. No, for 'Starrin' it was simply about the racing and the sheer joy that it gave him. He didn't get into it too deeply on the philosophical side - 'I don't do fishing!' was the way he put it when someone asked him recently why he raced motorbikes - but the pleasure he got from racing was obvious on the track, in the paddock and in the bar afterwards. The last time I was yarning to him there wasn't much sense from either of us - it was in the Ballymac after the Ulster Grand Prix and it is fair to say we were celebrating!
Darran won everywhere he raced, and at the very highest level with 5 Ulster Grand Prix wins and a single North West victory after many years of trying. He rode at every course in Ireland year after year, just to be there, racing. The organisers disqualified him after he slipped off at Faugheen a couple of years ago and he rode on, standing up on the pegs with his arms in the air on the slowing down lap doing a 'Rossi' celebration to the delight of the fans. Is it any wonder the wee man was so popular with everyone standing on the hedges and behind a camera?
Such good humour and zest for life are all the more remarkable when we realise what it cost Darran to go racing. Throughout the years he endured far more than his fair share of suffering to be a road racer. Darran learned to smile through adversity as he battled the pain barrier and serious injury but he always bounced back. Sadly, not this time.
Number 55 is parked up.
Words & Pics by Stephen Davison
http://www.realroadracing.com
Everybody will have something that they will miss about 'Starrin Darran' Lindsay. The cheekiest chappie in the road racing paddock, the Dundrod rider has left his mark in a special way on all of us who knew him or saw him race.
It was his irrepressible good humour that made Darran different in the paddock. Whether he won or lost he was laughing or at some prank, hitting somebody a slap round the back of the head or nipping somebody's bum. Sure, there were times when his head would drop slightly, maybe never more so than a fortnight ago when he lost out in that fantastic battle with Robert Dunlop in the 125 race at the Dundrod 150 after a plug broke. But the wee head wouldn't hang for long before there was a grin rippling across that impish face and he was at his 'work' again. No matter where I was on the course he would see me and he would be playing to the camera on the warm up or slowing down lap. Darran never missed a chance for a wheelie, a silly face, a thumbs-up or a burnout. After winning the 250cc race at the Mid Antrim a couple of weeks ago he stopped outside Clough and performed a huge smokey burnout, then set off down the road wheelieing like mad and laughing his head off inside the lid.
He won dozens and dozens of races and his house was coming down with trophies. When I called in to his home to take some pictures of him a year ago there were a pile of trophies teetering precariously on top of a table in the shed. '
on't photograph them', Darran shouted 'those are the trophies from the Southern 100 and I haven't got them into the house yet.' It was November and the Southern is in July! He had the 250 sitting up on the bench that day, stripped and needing a pile of work done to it. I asked him to screw a few bolts on and off for the picture but he turned round and started rummaging in a cupboard before appearing with a broken laptop computer that wouldn’t even switch on. 'This will have Farquhar and Lougher worried' he winked as he connected a couple of bits of wire to the bike and stuck them to the laptop. 'They'll think I'm running telemetry and onboard engine mapping and every bloody thing now!' he laughed.
It wasn't about the trophies or the technology for Darran. It wasn't even about the winning, although no-one was a fiercer or more determined competitor. Ask Robert Dunlop or Ian Lougher about that. No, for 'Starrin' it was simply about the racing and the sheer joy that it gave him. He didn't get into it too deeply on the philosophical side - 'I don't do fishing!' was the way he put it when someone asked him recently why he raced motorbikes - but the pleasure he got from racing was obvious on the track, in the paddock and in the bar afterwards. The last time I was yarning to him there wasn't much sense from either of us - it was in the Ballymac after the Ulster Grand Prix and it is fair to say we were celebrating!
Darran won everywhere he raced, and at the very highest level with 5 Ulster Grand Prix wins and a single North West victory after many years of trying. He rode at every course in Ireland year after year, just to be there, racing. The organisers disqualified him after he slipped off at Faugheen a couple of years ago and he rode on, standing up on the pegs with his arms in the air on the slowing down lap doing a 'Rossi' celebration to the delight of the fans. Is it any wonder the wee man was so popular with everyone standing on the hedges and behind a camera?
Such good humour and zest for life are all the more remarkable when we realise what it cost Darran to go racing. Throughout the years he endured far more than his fair share of suffering to be a road racer. Darran learned to smile through adversity as he battled the pain barrier and serious injury but he always bounced back. Sadly, not this time.
Number 55 is parked up.
Words & Pics by Stephen Davison
http://www.realroadracing.com
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