I don't even know where to begin on this one.
Gregg and I started a correspondence after we met in Maxton. Gracious, smart, funny . . .
Kate and I were happy to host Gregg and Linda at our home about 8 years ago, and he made a visit about three years ago when he was on one of his LSR vagabond trips coming back from El Mirage.
Gregg had been working on a Dodge Rampage for competition, but he openly admitted to me that he was scared of the idea of driving it.
He was there when the Midget took its first pass at Maxton, and when we finally cracked the Bonneville record in September, 2014.
I helped him with remote audio at Wilmington for this site - he was always better on the computer end than I was, but I could walk him through the analog end of it.
The last time we spent serious time together was at Bonneville. Kate and I had landed one of those gambling junket flights that the Wendover hotels offer, and he hauled our moldy butts all over the salt for three days.
My prayers go to his wife, Linda. She was not nearly the the fan of LSR that Gregg was, and only occasionally made trips to the venues with Gregg, but she is a dear and wonderful woman who will be hurting for some time to come.
I loved this man, and he will be sorely missed in Milwaukee.
Godspeed, my friend - and yes -Pigs will fly.