I Am Not A Driver, I Am

The Ideal Racecar Will Expire 100 Yards Past The Finish Line.

If God Had Meant For Us To Walk, Why Did He Give Us Feet That Fit Car Pedals?

Movement Is Tranquility.

It Has Taken Me Thirty Three Years And A Bang On The Head To Get My Values Right.

There Are Two Things No Man Will Admit He Cannot Do Well: Drive And Make Love.