IAN McKeever's voice on AA Roadwatch was soothing and laid-back in style, suggesting an easy-goin' fella with all the time in the world.
But listeners couldn't have been more wrong -- because the blonde broadcaster with the mid-Atlantic tones was a man in a hurry, his brain whizzing with ideas.
And he never took 'no' for an answer, which is why, in December 2000, I found myselfin Christmas week, cycling from Galway to Sligo dressed as Santa.
Ian was like a dog with a bone-- albeit super- charming -- and had convinced me to take part in the annual Operation Rudolph cycle, in which a posse of media types cycled from A to B to raise much-needed funds for charity. Ian was nothing but passionate about the charity and the causes and he cycled like the clappers, always there on the finishing line to point you in direction of food.
He was a born motivator, broadcaster, storyteller and PR man.
Ian with his sun-kissed blonde hair was easy to spot, and he'd work a room like a diplomat.
That night in Sligo after we pulled in, he waited for an hour before he started recruiting for the following year's cycle and told us that he was going to climb mountains too and would we not join him
In 2002, he talked Lorraine Keane into doing the five highest peaks in Ireland and Britain. He'd ring me at the Evening Herald after they came down from each mountain and made a dash by car to their next peak. The others may have grabbed some zzzs but Ian was always awake.
The only time I ever saw him truly relax was when a group of us went to the Slane music festival and he sat out on Lord Henry's front garden in a plastic chair, surveyed the crowd and enjoyed the music and a few beers. He pushed boundaries to extraordinary lengths. He was a dynamo and a delight to know.