Born autumn 1985 in Las Vegas, Nevada to a quite young woman who found herself fame and fortune. She gussied up to attend a New Years eve party hosted by Richard Petty on a brisk winter night. Thoughts of finding her husband that night filled her mind as she spent hours getting ready in front of the mirror. Undeniably star struck, seeing the entire NASCAR starting grid attending the party, she got caught up. She had a few too many drinks and a little too much fun (One unnamed source reported she played the role of a pace car as the drivers lined up behind her that night). 9 months later Greg McKeever was born, his mother passed away due to complications during child birth.
In his early youth, Greg bounced around foster homes struggling to find his place. Getting into trouble was a common occurrence. Greg racked up a criminal record which included high school sport match fixing, caffeine pill dealing as well as starting a largely successful, high stakes strip poker ring. Beneath it all, when you peeled back all the layers, his troubles all stemmed from not feeling he knew who he was or where he came from.
Following receiving his high school diploma (many claim teachers were bribed and an agreement with administrators was made to never set foot on campus again), Greg found himself lost and unemployable. He hit the road at 18, making his way to Billings, Montana. In Billings, Greg recommitted to finding himself and understanding who he was. As part of the process he submitted a form to a developing company now known as Ancestry DNA. With minimal restrictions on public records access, his DNA test results matched him to his father...Driver of the #51 MellowYellow NASCAR Chevrolet, racing legend, Cole Trickle (Now married, Trickle has brushed aside questions regarding legitimacy of the results.)
With a renewed sense of identity Greg decided to move in a new direction. His ultimate goal to become a big enough name to win his father's love. For 12 years he hid in the shadows, training to follow in his father's footsteps. Benefiting from ideal genetics, he worked on his craft day in and day out. When presented with the opportunity to join the elite group involved with the Gran Potato (GP) Cup, Greg realized the time was right. He promptly went to the court house, signed a stack of paperwork and marched straight to the GP Cup registration counter. He reached across the desk for the feather shafted pen, dipped it into the jet black ink and signed his new, court approved name...Greggor Dale.