Bob Weir, the indelible guitarist of the Grateful Dead, will not rest. (GQ piece)

[The Figment]

12. The day Jerry passed

I was pulling myself out from under the back end of a 72 VW bus that I had just spent a month rebuilding and Hotrodding the engine on so that myself and my lady could go Fall Tour, it was to be our 17th full tour and included two cross country trips ( we lived in Seattle at the time).
We were totally floored. I had just spent 200 hours fixing this thing ( and crapload of money ) to have my universe come crashing down. It truly sucked.
We wandered around the West Coast for a while and finally settled down in Tucson that November.


I still miss Jerry and the Brothers and Sisters that made up the finest rolling community that was my home for 17 years.