I remember Dale stopped next to us at some traffic lights near Glendale, Newcastle. We had our MX bikes on the trailer, he was in his, Trans Am? (Vett?).
Wound down his window "going racing boys". "Yes". "Have fun". "Thanks".
(I'd seen him do one of his early jumps a few years before at Newcastle show ground.)
From memory, it wasn't that much longer before he was gone.