Sad News. I didn’t have the chance to get to know him deeply, but during the few times we spoke, he struck me as a kind person with a unique sense of humor. My condolences to his friends and family. Rest in peace.
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We had so many great times with Eric I feel like we could write a book with them. He is deeply missed.I miss him a lot. He was the kindest angriest man I've ever known. I believe the first time I met him was in 2014 but I might have had his HJ45 by then so it could have been sooner but my first story is in 2014 UC's Parkway Ride in October. I don't know if this is when his 80 got the name grilled cheese but it certainly got grilled on that trip. I remember getting a call from him when I was on my way up to the parkway with him saying something about the exhaust was leaking and I thought he should just go home. He didn't explain exactly where the exhaust leak was and I said for him to come on and we would fix it when he got to camp. A few hours later this smoking white 80 showed up along with Sarah in her 80. Opening up the hood it was evident the egr pipe off the manifold had broken clean off and was blowing hot exhaust on anything on the left side of the engine bay. Even his fuse box was melted. With some vey crude tools and some parts of my camping stove we bailing wired it back together. View attachment 3809666View attachment 3809667
He ended up having a great time considering it was his first time up on Black Balsam and the weather wasn't bad, which was rare. That was the beginning of me consistently prodding him mid way through a trip when he would just get pissed and say he was going home.
He had this special aurora about him that if something was going to go wrong to someone on a trip it would be to him. Bringing one of those tube type self opening tents that just crumpled in a big wind storm at Black Balsam. I still remember seeing the outline of his body in that tent as the gusts came through breaking more and more of those tiny poles. Another time he set his tent up in what he thought was an awesome spot only to find later after a big storm that it was in a large depression. He broke his rear door on his BJ and couldn't get into the back once. Another time he was driving his pickup on the trail to black balsam the tailgate came open without him knowing it. He yard sale'd all his camping gear down that trail for a good couple hundred yards before some hiker said his tailgate was open. That was an epic radio conversation with him trying to convince him to wait for help.
My kids called him their brother from another mother because he was always staying at our house for a monthly meeting or when he was on a trip with us. He was just another member of the family. The whole family loved him and always will.
When he first told me about his cancer I was in disbelief. Eric could sometimes over exaggerate what was really going on and in my mind I was hoping this was one of those times. As the weeks turned into months I saw this was not the case and what was happening to him. I had seen this before with another really good friend but when he would tell me he was giving up I would push him to get a second opinion and to stay positive. He did come down and went with us to go see the Smashing Pumpkins play. The last time I saw him was in November and I knew things weren't going well. I will miss him but will never forget the great times we had together. There is a picture I took of him at Black Balsam sitting in a chair I'll have to find.
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?There is a picture I took of him at Black Balsam sitting in a chair I'll have to find.
A more typical level of help being offered here by Eric at a HAMOM for @lowtops, but in his defense we got there late and Johnny, Rice, Jason, David Miller and a lot of others were too deep in their stride to bother interrupting.
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@lt1fire and @NCNole watching Eric destroy a perfectly good fender drilling a snorkel hole...using the drill set on low speed low clutch driver setting!
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Action shot at the back of the Gilled Cheese. I am still trying to figure out how he got his face and glasses sprayed with brake fluid while filling his diff but damned if he somehow didn't. Only Eric could do that!
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I think he hated us calling it the Pickle Jar almost as much as grilled cheese. I swear that's what finally led to him selling it. lol.Man Eric!! What can i say that hasn’t been said. Eric was a good friend to me. I called him cranky Eric. Always making me laugh with his crap. We put the lookers on the melting cheese the whole day and he sold it, guess what, he sold the truck without locker we had to take them out. The truck sat on my lot for a while with two 5 gallon buckets of pickles inside. Imaging how bad that truck smelled after that.
My last conversation with him was about how good the trip to Utah was. It was i great trip and we got to enjoy the museum.
I am very lucky to be able to buy his 73 from him. He told me it was hideous hahaha. He didn't like it painted and other improvements i made but he also said that he is very happy that i was bringing it back. He said that his eyes water when he saw the truck drive away. He will be missed, but wherever he is, make some $hit up or making a deal or make memories. He enjoyed live on his own way.
Go to 00:14.When I find the video of him and David Smith during the Inspection/train horn incident I'll post it up as well.
Lonely Saturday nights.... that's your favorite song.I think he hated us calling it the Pickle Jar almost as much as grilled cheese. I swear that's what finally led to him selling it. lol.
This one stings. I wanna say I met Eric at the first Logan's run but it was close to that time. So many great memories and stories that it would be impossible to mention them all. I'm sure the next trip to the barn we'll share them all around the fire because there would not be a more fitting place.
Courthouse falls during one of our Pisgah trips. He would always convince me to take a swim in the coldest water I've ever been in. Jumping in all I could think was "FU Forrest!!!!!" Wouldn't trade it for anything.
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This one was his favorites though. Nothing brought him more joy than the big potluck and singing our favorite song. "Long and lonely Saturday nights". Dear Lord the pain that song inflicted on our ears.
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But my favorite pic of all was during one of the STR rides to OBX. While waiting for a restaurant to open up we had an impromptu fashion show.
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My friend you will be missed but you left a lasting mark on us all.
When I find the video of him and David Smith during the Inspection/train horn incident I'll post it up as well.