Paul rode in the passenger seat with me at Willow Springs, to teach me to drive on the track. He kept saying "gas, gas, gas". Thats how he lived his life, to the fullest, balls to the wall. He has no regrets now, having gone for the gusto in life.
I'm terribly sad to learn that he has gone. What a big hole in the heart for his family, fiance, and all us SoCal track rat groupies. Fare well, Paul.
edit- Hey, wait a minute- Where are the details, and how did you learn of this? If this is a joke, its not funny at all.