The older you get, the more often stuff like this happened. When I was a kid, before I wanted to be Sonny Crockett, I wanted to be Hutch. The platform shoes, bell bottoms, thin leather jacket (or letterman's jacket)...... man, that was the shit! Hutch was the one with the deft sense of humor that balanced out the hyper intensity of his buddy Starsky.
That funky ass theme music. That sweet as hell car.
I really, really wanted one of those Gran Torinos. It's one of the things I swore to myself I'd own one day, but to this point never have.
And now he's dead. At 80. Heard last year he'd been sick. Now it's over.
I guess he'll have to give up on us, baby.