Died May 4, 1997
College: Berkeley
Widow: Mrs. Daniel S. Hunt
P.O. Box 390448
Anza, CA 92539-0448
Children: Bentley Anne, 1976
Dan was one of my roommates. All of us were interested in music, and Dan played an electric guitar. I think his interest in that instrument began slipping when he found himself the owner of a black MGA which he enjoyed racing up the twisties of East Rock. From the heights of his MGA, he rather looked down on my 250cc BMW motorcycle. With his ability to coin a humorous phrase, he told me that “It doesn’t go fast enough to give you a good cold”. I got a bit of revenge when a year after graduation I heard a motorcycle, its two-cycle engine screaming as it climbed Mt. Boron to the youth hostel outside of Nice, Dan Hunt at the throttle For the next week or two, we explored the Cote d’Azur on our motorcycles but split up when he decided that he wanted to go the the famous TT Motorcycle races on the Isle of Man while I felt drawn to Greece and Turkey. Over the years, we were in sporadic touch.
I learned that he had become, I believe, editor of some national motoring magazines including one on motorcycles. The once disparager of motorcycles, was now racing them near his home in Southern California.
The last time I was in touch with Dan, it was also about transportation, of a sort. He told me that he was boarding some horses just a few miles from me in Sonoma County. I never understood how that had come about since he lived several hundred miles away. Despite the proximity of his horses, I regret that we never had a chance to get together again.
—Steve Gilford
And, from our 25th Reunion Classbook, Dan wrote —
In the process of a quietly successful career in magazine publishing, I have learned many things, precious few of which have great meaning or offer great personal profit. Of those worth remembering:
-Don’t let your employers or peers waste your time on small stuff.
-With the time thus saved, spend it in love and curiosity for your fellow men and fellow animals.
-Study their style, tastes and eccentricity, and realize that neither fellow man, nor fellow animal has – in the long run – lesser or greater significance than you yourself.