The fact is I don’t drive just to get from A to B. I enjoy feeling the car’s reactions, becoming part of it.
Racing is what I live for, and it makes my world go around. Having said that, without the support of the diabetes community, I may not have gotten back into the race car after my diagnosis in October 2007.
When I was a kid, the only way I saw movies was from the back seat of my family’s car at the drive-in.
You always hear the phrase, money doesn’t buy you happiness. But I always in the back of my mind figured a lot of money will buy you a little bit of happiness. But it’s not really true. I got a new car because the old one’s lease expired.
The 50th Earth Day was always going to be special, but the coronavirus pandemic has made it even more so. The unprecedented steps the world has taken to slow the spread of the virus have dramatically reduced the number of cars on the road, planes in the air, and oil being pulled from the ground.
The first autonomous cars date back to the late 20th century. But recent increases in sophistication and reductions in cost – reflected, for example, in cheap LIDAR systems, which can ‘see’ a street in 3D in a way similar to that of the human eye – are now bringing autonomous cars closer to the market.
Anything that’s different from your own realm of experience as a human being, whether it’s driving a car or a boat, or using guns, anything that separates you from yourself and leads you more towards this character’s existence is a big help.
I would have probably stolen cars – it would have given me the same adrenaline rush as racing.
Drive-in banks were established so most of the cars today could see their real owners.
Personally, I just think rap music is the best thing out there, period. If you look at my deck in my car radio, you’re always going to find a hip-hop tape; that’s all I buy, that’s all I live, that’s all I listen to, that’s all I love.
‘Cars’ is simply near and dear to my heart.
It’s said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. In that case, the WWE ‘creative’ team must be as crazy as a rainbow trout in a car wash.
I felt I never needed to fight for a more prominent songwriting and increased vocal role with the Cars.
My mother and father instilled in me a sense of purpose not defined by today’s street obsession with bling, cars or cribs.
It’s a never ending battle of making your cars better and also trying to be better yourself.
Am I a car aficionado? No: for me, cars have always been just for transport. I didn’t even know anyone who had a car until I was 14 or 15.
Cars are the sculptures of our everyday lives.
Some companies out there quote a start of production that is substantially in advance of when customers get their cars.
My first car was a Chevy Cavalier. My dad somehow convinced me that it was a hot sports car because it was red.
When I got the job with Fox, I said ‘God, are you sure?’ I know nothing about politics; I’ve been covering car accidents and street closures and the pothole patrol in my hometown.
I’m a hard worker, and everything with me is, if I work hard, I should get paid for it. Everything with me, I try to symbolize something flashy like jewelry or a car. The rubbing hands is a symbol of hustling, so it goes back to the money.
To attract men, I wear a perfume called ‘New Car Interior.’
If you own a home with wheels on it and several cars without, you just might be a redneck.
It makes no sense to make people drive cars.
We fly to the town in the little private airplane, and then we have to get in cars and drive to the hotel and then drive to the gig. So, I want to do a tour where the performances will actually be at the small airports.
I love to ski and drive fast cars and the thrill of exciting things.
The creative process is mysterious; a conversation, a ride in the car, or a melody can trigger something.
I would rather die than see my face in a car advertisement.
In Paris, one is always reminded of being a foreigner. If you park your car wrong, it is not the fact that it’s on the sidewalk that matters, but the fact that you speak with an accent.
I’ve always had a fascination with cars and racing, not that I’ve ever competed.
I have two or three cars that I like, but today, Ferrari would be the best car I have driven in terms of being an impressive car.
On my job I end up jumping out of planes. Last week I got in an 18-wheeler and drove down a runway onto a skid track. The week before that they put me in a car and sunk me to the bottom of a lake to see if I could escape without an oxygen tank.
People don’t understand that it was maybe my biggest pleasure to drive an F1 car when it’s wet.
In 1964, when Lee Iacocca said, ‘Shelby, I want you to make a sports car out of the Mustang,’ the first thing I said was, ‘Lee, you can’t make a race horse out of a mule. I don’t want to do it.’ He said, ‘I didn’t ask you to make it; you work for me.’
They let me put the Stanley Cup in my car. I got hookups.
Hospital-acquired infections are now killing more people every year in the United States than die from AIDS or cancer or car accidents combined – about 100,000.
I’m not a car guy. The subway gets me where I need to go efficiently and cheaply, and I don’t worry about traffic.
How many times have you been on the freeway and had someone fly by you at 100 mph then end up two cars ahead of you at the off ramp? What’s the point?
Less cars on the road means productivity and jobs growth, as it allows for the more efficient movement of goods and services and encourages greater urban population density.
A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.
The car is a character in the piece – I’ve never liked the car, I submitted to it’s objectionable popularity.
If I buy a new car, I rip the rearview mirror off because I don’t like to look back.
Eventually, all cars are going to be autonomous.
I’m very into my cars. I always ready the Top Gear magazines just to see what cars are out next and what sort of performance they give. It can range from the smallest cars to the biggest ones.
We often attribute ‘understanding’ and other cognitive predicates by metaphor and analogy to cars, adding machines, and other artifacts, but nothing is proved by such attributions.
The time is right for electric cars – in fact the time is critical.
When I was four, I just wanted to drive, I collected toy cars. Where does that sort of thing come from? In hindsight you go, ‘Oh, liked it because of this.’ Maybe it’s just the wheel.
The reason I moved to California the first time was to build the Cobra. I thought it was stupid to have a 1918 taxicab engine in what Europeans like to call a performance car when a little American V-8 could do the job better.
In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable.
There’s nothing wrong with the car except that it’s on fire.
Through your life, most people peel away the junk that’s not useful, that’s superfluous. You are determined to peel that away. I do one thing at a time. One man at a time. One car. One house. One child. One job.
Literal cleanliness and orderliness can release us from abstract cognitive and affective distress – just consider how, during moments where life seems to be spiraling out of control, it can be calming to organize your clothes, clean the living room, get the car washed.
There is a certain comedy and pathos to trouble and accidents. Like when a driver has parked his car crookedly and then wonders why he has the bad luck of being hit.
Music is the language of the angels. You can hear just one or two chords, one or two notes of a song, and bam – you’re right back there, you’re right back in that moment, you’re back in that day, you’re back at that prom, you’re back in the car.
A car for every purse and purpose.
I’m not a collector. I don’t like the toy cupboard syndrome that causes so many good cars to evaporate.
It’s like, no matter what I do, I always feel like I’m five years old, and I end up in the back of my father’s car looking out the window, and nothing has changed in 25 years.
We invented the car, and it made it easier for us to crash and die. If I gave a car to my grandfather, he would die in five minutes, while I have grown up slowly to accept speed.
My father’s nephew was the blues musician, Lowell Fulson. Every time he came around, he had a pretty car, a beautiful woman and a slick sharkskin suit. Believe it or not, that’s how I decided I wanted to get into music.
I’ve been on the side of it where you have bad luck and slow cars.
Times change, things move. F1 used to have customer cars years ago. You could buy a car from March or from Ferrari and go racing.
My worst ever car was a green Datsun B210, back when they called it ‘Datsun’ – now it’s ‘Nissan.’ Very unsexy, unattractive. Girls hated the car. I was embarrassed to even be in it… but it was my transportation.
Those who have come into Formula One without experiencing cars devoid of electronic aids will find it tough. To control 800 horse power relying just on arm muscles and foot sensitivity can turn out to be a dangerous exercise.
