“For my own part I would as soon be descended from that heroic little monkey, who braved his dreaded enemy in order to save the life of his keeper; or from that old baboon, who, descending from the mountains, carried away in triumph his young comrade from a crowd of astonished dogs—as from a savage who delights to torture his enemies, offers up bloody sacrifices, practices infanticide without remorse, treats his wives like slaves, knows no decency, and is haunted by the grossest superstitions.”
― Charles Darwin, The Descent of Man
Floridians Are Losing Their Minds on Synthetic Cannabis
The rumors are floating among bystanders in downtown St. Petersburg, where a body lies motionless on the sidewalk, covered by a plastic sheet. Was it over a stolen lighter? Or was it a bicycle? It doesn’t matter. Kenneth Robert Sprankle finally snapped. Just like he said he would.
On the afternoon of September 24, Sprankle “borrowed” a red and yellow firefighter’s axe from a fire engine responding to an alarm at the Princess Martha Apartments. He started his evening by smoking spice, grabbing the axe, and wandering through downtown. Surveillance video caught Sprankle clutching the axe across his waist as he walked purposefully through the frame, seemingly oblivious to concerned onlookers trailing him from a safe distance. Witnesses recalled seeing him in an agitated state, wandering around nearby Williams Park with the axe for nearly three hours. Nobody bothered reporting him to police until things began to unwind, and Sprankle began yelling incomprehensible threats and chasing terrified citizens down bustling sidewalks.
St. Petersburg police quickly responded to an emergency call. The small group fleeing his erratic pursuit rounded a corner and ran past the officers. Moments later, Sprankle followed, axe raised menacingly. His world was closing in. Ignoring repeated orders to drop the axe, he charged. As Sprankle closed the distance, axe held high, veteran officer Damien Schmidt leveled a pistol at his chest and fired.
Five shots later, Ken Sprankle’s body crumpled to the sidewalk. The holes in his chest were fatal. He was 27.
I cried the first time I saw this, first she throws a fucking table,
Then she catches the chair someone threw at her with one hand…ONE HAND.
She is the Supreme.
Without the F&F series, car culture today would be very different - F&F is the franchise that started it all. I grew up watching the films (god knows how many times) and it undoubtedly influenced the way I thought about cars and it definitely helped spur on my love for cars. I know for sure that it made me respect and appreciate all types of cars. For some, it’s inspired people to live their lives by cars.
For those who do not know that much about Paul Walker outside of F&F, off-screen he contributed a lot to the SoCal car scene and car culture in general through his passion for racing cars and managing a performance parts shop amongst many things. He is a guy that appreciated all types of cars, and as car enthusiasts we can look up to this. JDM, muscle, whatever type of car - don’t hate. Of course we’ll always know that he had an affection for Skylines ;)
Paul Walker. We all owe you a 10 second car.