... But it's my turn to cry.

(I'll try to keep this post short and not like the millions of others)

I just found out about Mr. Walker's death. You may be questioning whether or not I live under a rock, but I've been in bed sick with a stomach virus since yesterday evening. And now I'm sick to my stomach and depressed. Don't even get me started with my college apps!


When the first FnF movie came out, I was just 5 years old. I watched it and I've been in love with cars ever since. I literally grew up watching these movies. Although now I know the movies are hella fake, I didn't know any better when I was a little kid. And I must admit now I will watch them no matter what. People I never even knew that had an interest in cars, no matter how small it may have been, watched the movies. The FnF series and Mr. Walker helped the car world gain shit tons of fans.

That alone is worth all the NOS shots, 24-speed gearboxes, horrendous body kits, picnic table spoilers, and tacky body vinyls in the world. So here's to you, Paul Walker, the man that got me into cars in the first place. I hope you're hooning away in heaven.

Rest in peace, good sir.