For me, the first installment of the Fast and the Furious franchise could not have come about at a better time – I was “taking some time off” between high school and college, my daily driver was a big block ’68 Charger, and I hung out with an Orange County “car club” that was comprised of like-minded misanthropes who preferred Detroit iron over the new trend of tuner cars.

The prospect of the first movie was, for us, one of equal parts curiosity and amusement. We didn’t take the whole turbocharged FWD thing seriously, but the idea of Hollywood shining the spotlight on what was (to some degree anyway) pretty much what our lifestyles looked like at the time seemed fairly intriguing.

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