Dave Lane sells houses. Been doing it a while. He likes clear answers, good data and knowing exactly what happens next. Which is probably why real estate suits him.
Dave measures everything. Running splits. Market data. Clearance rates. Campaign performance. If it can become a chart, eventually it will. He runs twice a week, which is not enough and he knows it. He’s not particularly fast, his knees have started contributing feedback, and there’s now a marathon on the cards.
At work, the performance benchmark is fairly high. Dave expects a lot from himself, knows his markets inside out and has very little interest in telling someone what they want to hear just because it makes the conversation easier. Good, bad or ugly, you’ll get the actual answer.
Away from property, Australian Survivor remains serious business. He’ll keep watching until Shonee wins, and has apparently accepted that this may require several more decades. Then there’s Below Deck.
Dave considers it television at its finest and further discussion is unnecessary. He’ll also happily watch a MAFS dinner party unfold, mostly because there’s something strangely impressive about a television format that can turn a seating plan into a national emergency.
Social media, however, can carry on without him. He considers avoiding it one of his better qualities.
There are also two things capable of immediately testing Dave’s otherwise efficient operating system. Anyone doing 60km on Industrial Drive when the sign clearly says 80km. And electric fat bikes appearing silently behind him while he’s running.
His version of switching off is slightly questionable too. Give Dave an hour with AI, a process that could be improved and nobody interrupting him, and he’s perfectly happy. Which explains quite a lot about LaneCampos.