I remember meeting Wang and him driving us into China Town in Chicago.  It was Chinese New Years and his driving scared me so bad. I wanted to get in the floorboard of the car and cry. He was swerving in and out of traffic on the freeway and with snow on the freeway. Driving fast and furious. By the time we arrived my butt was in my throat. I knew then to never ride with Wang again. But I loved him dearly but his driving sucked.  Rest in peace but keep it in the lines Wang!  I hear the song I can't drive 55 I think of Wang.