Unbelievable. What a undeserved tragedy. Gregg and I met on the telephone from North Carolina to Washington state seven or eight years ago.
He was coming out to Freud's wonderful reunion and I offered Him a place to stay and hang out which is something He was lucky to pass up on (the staying part) but hangout We did. Our conversations were pretty funny and filled with swearing, politics, more swearing and laughing and talking about Bonneville, My car, His ambitions to come to Speedweek and see the salt and all of the veteran racers He had read about.
As I recall, He was born and raised in Southern California but had a definite "twang" in His voice that wasn't that of a Yankee. He swore that it was because aliens had abducted Him and He woke up in the heart of "Dixie". I never let Him get away with that story and reminded Him every time We spoke that I still had suspicion's about His allegiance's. Gregg would always laugh as I would swear on My mothers grave that everything I told Him was the truth and nothing but the (slightly embellished) truth.
I truly will miss His understated humor, ability to laugh at himself and His ability to meet and charm with the politeness of a Southern Gentleman of which He was...
God Speed Gregg...
"One Run" Bob Drury