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David McGowan

born on June 15th, 1959 at 10:20am
at the old Pitt County Memorial Hospital
in Greenville, North Carolina

I am a single parent, 100% custody of my daughter Kendra. We are a team. She is mature many years beyond her age. This helps to make our arrangement work. I ask of her ten times more of what my parents asked of me. She was given the choice of whom she wanted to live with; her mother, maternal or paternal grandparents, or me. She chose ME, knowing it wasn't going to be easy. She has put forth a ton of effort, doing chores, and accepting more responsibility than expected of most children. The door has always been open, along with safe places to live, for her to change her mind. She is content with living with her dad.

As you may have observed, I am a white male, single parent, 5' 7" tall, 155 lbs., physically fit, with brown hair. I do not smoke or do drugs. I abhor anything having to do with smoking. I occaisionally drink beer, but not everyday. Sometimes I go weeks or months without drinking. As I get older, it makes me feel worse than sh*t. Anyway, it's difficult being responsible when drinking.

After graduating from High School, I earned two Associate Degrees in Applied Science
at Pitt Community College...
A.A.S. Industrial Management Technology
A.A.S. Business Administration

My interest are, of course, motorcycles. I bought my first motorcycle, a dirt bike, in 1970 with money I had saved doing odd jobs. Never been exposed to it, I always knew motorcycling was my passion. It became my goal to have one. Being eleven years old, the local dealer wouldn't let me purchase a motorcycle without an adult signing the transaction. So I had the daunting task of talking my parents into letting me buy a motorcycle. After months of persuasion, {it still seems like years} my dad finally gave in. Mom was furious. To this day, motorcycles have been a constant in my life, along with girls, racing and working.

I listen to all types of music, but my ultimate favorite is Heavy Metal. It amazes me that our local radio is playing old Judas Priest and Ozzy Osbourne songs. When this stuff was released in the 1980's, our local radio stations wouldn't recognize it. Another passion of mine is going to concerts and checking out live bands at the local clubs. This fascination stems from when I was four or five years old, wondering how those little people inside the radio made music.

My favorite food is steak, specifically Certified Angus Beef. I consider myself a connoiseur of Prime Rib. I enjoy dining at fine resturants and rate steaks houses by their quality of Prime Rib. Other cuisines enjoyed are Chinese, Greek, Italian, Japanese, Mexican, & seafood. Not many days go by without a healthy dose of beef. My second preference is good ole down-home cookin' southern style. Chicken & Pastry, collard greens, corn on the cob, fried cornbread and sweet ice tea. Oh yeah, I am a damn good cook. I watch for fat grams to make sure I get everyone of them.

Yes, I am single and I'm looking for one special lady. I'm proud to say I am a one woman man. Not being comfortable playing the field, I have always gone through life with one girlfriend, at a time. Life is easier when you put faith, trust and loyality into the one closest to you. The drawback to being a one woman man is, when it's over, I become a no woman man. And that ain't worth a damn. Some may view this as a shameless attempt to find someone. This seems to me a far better option than hanging out in smokey bars, putting up with a bunch of drunks. And the truth is... How many successful people will you find there? Anyway, I have nothing to hide from this so called 'journey of life' we are on, I'll even share my views on sex. Being a homebody, my only regret is not having a girlfriend. Working twelve hour rotating shifts, along with the responsibility of being a single parent, doesn't produce many opportunities of meeting someone significant. And when I do venture out, it's usually the family scene where everyone is spoken for.

Sports is something I could care less about. I don't play sports and I certainly don't watch sports. I love racing and some would argue it's not a sport. I enjoy practically all forms of motorsports, but my ultimate favorite is NASCAR's Winston Cup Series, followed by NASCAR's Busch Series. I make it a point to attend several races a year. My favorite track is the Martinsville Speedway in Virginia. I've been to alot of tracks on the circuit and there is something intimate about the Martinsville Speedway. I guess it's because you can see the patches on the drivers' uniform, and the gauges on the dash board when they are under the caution flag. I've been interested in racing since the late 1960's, listening to the race on the radio. Back then, few radio stations broadcast racing, even though there were over fifty races a season. I remember having to watch five hours of ABC's Wide World of Sports just to view a fifteen minute segment of a race that had run several weeks earlier. Now that's what I call being a loyal race fan. I remember the first televised live, flag to flag coverage of a NASCAR race; the 1979 Daytona 500 on CBS. Wow! that was really something big to me. In 1982, ESPN aired the fall race in North Wilksboro live. The next year they had both the spring and the fall race. As time has past, more races were being televised live, flag to flag. It has been several years now that the entire Winston Cup race schedule can be seen on television. Even the Busch Series gets alot of TV air time. Racing has grown in popularity so much, it isn't the same as it use to be. I remember making the decision to attend a race on the day before it took place, usually being influenced by the weather, mostly rain. On the morning of the race, you could drive up to the track, park reasonably close, and purchase damn good seats. Today, most races sell out a year in advance. Racing has become a very big business, with literally millions of dollars spent on everything associated with it.

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