I really love to ride my motorcycle. When I want to just get away and be by myself and clear my head, that’s what I do.
Out of a year, a half-dozen stunts are pretty tough. The rest are kinda routine. To go out and slide cars around and lay a motorcycle down hell, you do that without even thinking. But on the tough things, you put an awful lot of planning into it.
My dad is a motorcycle guy, not some Hollywood dude.
I don’t care about the Guggenheim. The Guggenheim isn’t involved in anything that I am interested in. I don’t care about motorcycles and Armani suits.
I look my best when I take my helmet off after a long motorcycle ride. I have a glow and a bit of helmet hair.
I carry groceries home on the tank of my motorcycle.
All girls like guys who are tough. Obviously, riding a motorcycle – I don’t want to say that there’s a bad boy quality – but there’s definitely a tough and macho thing about a guy who rides a motorcycles and that element of danger. That’s really sexy.
I jumped 18 cars on a motorcycle, so I did almost everything.
A motorcycle is an independent thing.
