There's no "good" words for this tragedy.  In my time of far less traffic and cars, I missiled my muscle car everywhere, even to church.  H-2 was our dragstrip; the Likelike our funstrip to Wendy's drive in; the Pali Hwy curve the darestrip toward Andy's drive in; and Ala Wai the popped headers burn-rubber strip for a final Waikiki shaka.  This same circuit each weekend and every other weeknight.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  Were you to call me a good kid back then, you would have to similarly put those two words,  "good" and "kid," between quotation marks.  We each have a human story and are good.  It's just that we might not be good enough to keep innocent love ones from misery for the rest of their longer lives.  I was "good" like that, and so lucky to be alive today.  You lower the Acuras.  Mag rim the Civics.  But why torque and horsepower up the engines?  What for?,.. except to die.