When I lived in Northeast Ohio, I'd hear awesome stories about David hauling his ass around on some goofy-ass moped.
This guy (in a wheelchair) who lived in my apartment complex knew Dearth and almost begged him to come to his wedding, I suppose to add some relevance (?!) to his shitty life. Dearth never showed.
Worst wedding ever. No one came, basically, and he was wheeling his wheelchair around in the middle of the dancefloor while the DJ played tunes, looking like a twat.
But I digress ...
Dearth is known to have been (still be?) a bit careless with his lifestyle. Apparently coke factored strongly in his prime years as a competitor.