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he cast a long and prolifi c shadow. Rob’s surviving
                                                               wife Kimberly and sweet daughter Savanna know
                                                               that more than anyone.
                                                                  I had the incredible privilege of spending some
                                                               time with BIG GUY on his last day on Earth. His
                                                               car club, The Loose Cannons were at Lone Star
                                                               Round up in Austin. That Saturday was weirdly
                                                               cold, in the low 30s. When I walked up on them,
                                                               they were warming their hands on the headers of
                                                               a loud revving rat rod. Rob was making a beer can
                                                               dance in the exhaust plume, which was brilliant.
                                                               The wives were all huddled in one sedan, it was so
                                                               cold. He did his usual thing; played a little grab-ass
                                                               and talked smack. Later he gave me a HUGE bear
                                                               hug, and told me he loved me. Like most guys,
                                                               we’re like “yeah yeah, I love you too”. ...BUT ROB
                                                               MEANT IT. ‘NO, I REALLY LOVE YOU MAN’ and
                                                               wouldn’t let you go until you understood. He made
                                                               everyone he knew understand. ...and we miss him
                                                               every day.
                                                                   He loved the great things in people, and
                                                               made me feel accepted in a tough crowd.
                                                               Robert was tender and strong as an ox, and will
                                                               be remembered for his wild and outrageous
                                                               burnouts....and running out of gas. Big Rob will
                                                               be missed by his car club and the show scene. His
                                                               rat “Super Pickle” was just plain nasty , and was
                                                               a testament to his skill as a builder.  His memorial
                                                               was held at Yello Belly Dragstrip, because Crazy
                                                               Robert loved to raise a ruckus. Many came out to
                                                               show their respect, cruising in a long procession
                                                               of rats, classics and hoopties. The emotional day
                                                               culminated with burn outs in a sprinkle of his
                                                               ashes. His burnt rubber essence fi lled the air, fi lled
                                                               our lungs, and fi lled our aching hearts. When
                                                               all was said and done, I watched a young boy
                                                               sweep up the remnants...which broke my heart.
                                                               (Rob loved kids, because he was a big kid.) I was
                                                               compelled to grab a handful of him, which rode
                                                               home in my red solo cup that was previously fi lled
                                                               with a delicious spicy Bloody Mary. My wife and I
                                                               were last to leave that day, for it was hard to go....
                                                               knowing that we left a little Rob there.
                                                               We’ll miss you big fella, and will love you
                                                               forever. - Porkstick
                                                                        Robert White 1964-2018


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