I don't know why, exactly, but I feel like this is the perfect memory of Paul Walker. It could be the car; not a riced out tuner (not that there's anything wrong with that) or it could be the highway to nowhere but I really think it comes down to the fact that Paul is looking away, as if he's already said goodbye - his eyes are on Gods racetrack, where McQueen, Dean and Senna are waiting to welcome him.

I'm still mourning.