James Byron Dean; February 8, 1931 - September 30, 1955.

"That guy's gotta stop. He'll see us". - j.b.d

This guy is probably the only person I look up to. 

He lived his life to the full, no matter what people thought.

And on September 30 1955 he showed his love of life by choosing to drive his Porsche 550 spyder; "Little Bastard", instead of towing it to Salinas, California. At 5:45 pm this choice tragically ended his life when his car crashed head on with another car.

The thing that amazes me about this man was that he was warned exactly seven days before his departure for the championship race that his car looked 'sinister' and that if he drove it, he would 'die inside inside it within seven days'. Yet despite this warning James chose to drive the car because he loved to experience the thrills of life. Adrenaline was his drug.

Probably the major reason that I love James Dean is that he will be 'forever young'.

Because I too, want to be Forever Young.

Here's to you James. You will live forever in our hearts and minds.

May you Rest In Peace.