Eulogy for Greg
Posted on 08.18.11
Hello everyone,
We are gathered online here today to say goodbye to a good friend, companion, sherpa, shelter, and apartment mover, but most of all the greatest band van a band leader could ever ask for. Today we say goodbye to the grandest of caravans I have ever owned…my sport, Greg.
From the moment we took our first road trip together, Greg tested my faith in him. He tried to find out right away if I would be faithful to the commitment we had made by dumping all of our radiator fluid onto highway 11, between Latchford and Temagami. Forcing me to idle him up and down the rocky hills that sprawl across Northern Ontario, we eventually found a privately owned garage in Temagami that could take us in at the last minute.
After a close inspection of the van, I realized that we we’re dealing with a bit of a “rust issue” because of the salt laden roads he must have been traveling on previous to my ownership. The mechanic on hand informed me that everything would be manageable for a while but to keep an eye on it. With a quick patch job on the heater line underneath and a rad fluid top up, our mechanic Greg sent us on our way. So there we were, me and my newly named Dodge Grand Caravan Sport Edition, Greg. We would be partners in crime and BFFs because, as they say, the first ride makes the bond.
We had a great time that summer traveling around and playing shows, all the while carrying the band across Ontario. Little did we know, we would end up spending much time together in the fall of 2009 and winter of 2010. We were in for the biggest test our friendship had ever faced, the Good Faith Tour.
I decided to be the first to demonstrate my commitment to the task we were about to face by ridding him of all seats in the back. I wanted to show him that it was just me and him all the way, a brotherly bond to be trusted from the start. I built a bed and storage in the back with the help of my family and friends and we then equipped him with all the necessities for an arctic winter camping expedition.
Greg and I left for the great wide open on October 1st, 2009, unknowing of what lay ahead of us, we drove off into the sunset. We didn’t know how long we would be gone for, nor did we know how either of us would react to the harsh winter we would soon encounter as we drove through Northern Ontario and into the Canadian Prairies. Come December, we had already spent some cold nights together with temperatures diving below -40 degrees Celsius, but he never let me down. Even with a frost laden interior, his engine started like clockwork every morning, turning our icy sleeping quarters into a warm home in a matter of minutes.


Greg always kept his promises and I kept mine. He was always treated to the best of oil changes, synthetic, in an unmatched timely manner. I knew that good maintenance and fresh fluids was the least I could do for my caravan. After all, Greg is the reason we all have these memories from the road. Our encounters would never have happened without his unparalleled perseverance and commitment to the craft Greg and I cultivated, ultimate winter touring. Hell, he was even so gracious as to bring a friend of mine along the next year!
Regrettably, only about a week ago, Greg let me know on our way home from our promotional tour up north that something was wrong. I heard some grinding from the right front wheel and I knew then the brake and caliper were finished. I brought him in for a check up and was winded by the blow-bearing news that unless Greg had a complete braking system overhaul, he had seen his last touring days. I have my responsibilities as a band leader and driver of the band van to make sure that everyone knows when enough is enough, and when to stop. Unfortunately Greg got too old and didn’t know when to stop anymore. It could happen next tour, or in two tours from now. I just couldn’t take the chance on him, my band, or myself and so Greg is now in a better place. I know he is driving our musicians passed to the great gig in the sky.
May you rev in peace Greg, and may you know that you are missed by all of us who have had the pleasure of seeing the road with you. I hope there is plenty of courteous free parking next to every venue up there.
Sincerely, your best friend, Al.
