I was really into classifieds for awhile. I'm a big negotiator. My father owned a car dealership when I was younger... it's just in my blood.
I do find it amusing when somebody cuts me off, makes an aggressive move on me in a car. I'm like, 'Do you have any idea what I do for a living? Why?'
Driving will never be away from me - I can't just give it up. It's all I've ever done, and there's something about being in that car.
Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?
I didn't get my first car until I was 22. It was a BMW 1602 and now I've got it back I'm waiting to restore it.
It's not a case of 'look at me in my car'; it's more, 'look at the car'. I like the idea of other people enjoying them, because everything has become a bit faceless and nobody likes the motor car any more.
People go to car races to watch the crashes.
Stay humble. Always answer your phone - no matter who else is in the car.
I always try to say, 'If you want to help the environment, try to do just two things. One, use less of your car. Second, separate your garbage.'
What I noticed about L.A. is that people try to hit on you in your car. It's incredibly creepy to be in a car and have the guy next to you roll down his window.
In the trunk of her car, my mother used to keep a collapsible easel, a clutch of brushes, a little wooden case stocked with tubes of paint, and, tucked into the spare-tire well, one of my father's old, tobacco-stained shirts, for a smock.
I hate the hand that comes out of a car and just drops litter in the street. I hate that! For some reason, it just fills me with fury! It's just utter laziness, lack of interest in other people, lack of interest in the planet, in the hedgehog who mig...
'Cars' is a really personal story for me because, first of all, I grew up in Los Angeles - the car crazy capital.
I'm a car nut. My father was a parts manager at a Chevrolet dealership.
I have an old car that I've rebuilt myself - a 1973 Dodge Challenger - and I also have a 1967 Pontiac GTO.
I'm probably more dangerous in a car than I am on a motorbike; on a bike I'm very mindful of the fact that if you make a mistake, you're dead.
I have mixed feelings about 'Car 54, Where Are You?' Because we shot it as a musical and whoever the studio head was at Orion, or whoever the powers that be were, cut all but, like, two musical numbers out of it. That is the same as cutting the music...
I look away at car crashes, and I know people who look away at car crashes, because it makes us uncomfortable to watch other people in pain.
You cannot expect the guy who drove the car into the ditch to navigate it out of the ditch. You have to put a new driver in the seat. I'm not saying the new driver is going to be any better, but we need a new driver. Kerry is the only choice.
I have a Volvo S60R and it's a pretty fast car, the R says it all.
A bad sermon is like a car wreck - everyone slows down to see what happened.
