The influence of Messrs Warner, Peat, Wardell and MBUK quickly wore the thin sensible veneer from the South African speed monster, though, and he found himself piloting one of Steve's fleet of weird machines through the late autumn dust, while wearing a totally unforgivable hat.
Note the perfect upright stance and excellent coaster-brake skid technique Greg quickly developed to handle a style of riding which was hardly famous before he was born.
All that is quite understandable post season in a young rider who's just become champion of the world. Less understandable is going drinking with Wardell, disappearing behind the bar and finally emerging some time next morning with the back of your head shaved.
"I think they were trying to turn me into Friar Tuck". Says Greg. "You have to party sometimes." .
All very philosophical, but then he doesn't have to look at the back of his head.
Greg's back in California by the time you read this, getting ready to ride the Red Bull Rampage in Utah. Then it's back to his beloved South Africa for the first time in many months.
"That's the only thing I don't love about this job, being away from my family and friends, living out of a suitcase.
"...and the effects of going drinking with Wardell.."