Twelve years ago, David Wray and David Winborn both turned up late for their first ever university lecture. Discovering a mutual love of cars, tinkering with things, and talking rubbish, they immediately became friends. They have been arriving late to things ever since.
The Daves shared houses whilst at university, getting up to various student shenanigans before somehow graduating from their aerospace engineering degrees. They got proper jobs and appeared to have grown up. Yet every now and then they still meet up, either to get drunk, wear some sort of fancy dress, or drive fast cars on track - though never at the same time.
After a boring and unconvincing attempt at maturity, and to postpone the inevitable creeping death that is sensibleness and 'settling down', David/David discovered the Plymouth-Timbuktu rally. Recognising it to be ridiculous, reckless and largely pointless, they immediately signed up.