I’m a crazy car guy. I’ve got an airplane hangar full of cars.
The car was invented as a convenient place to sit out traffic jams.
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.
The best car safety device is a rear-view mirror with a cop in it.
To attract men, I wear a perfume called ‘New Car Interior’.
In less enlightened times, the best way to impress women was to own a hot car. But women wised up and realised it was better to buy their own hot cars, so they wouldn’t have to ride around with jerks.
I would have probably stolen cars—it would have given me the same adrenaline rush as racing.
Yeah, I know, some people are against drunk driving, and I call those people ‘the cops’. But you know, sometimes, you’ve just got no choice; those kids gotta get to school!
Here comes 40. I’m feeling my age and I’ve ordered the Ferrari. I’m going to get the whole mid-life crisis package.
Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn’t block traffic.
Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?
If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving $25 cars that got 1,000 MPG.
I had to stop driving my car for a while... the tyres got dizzy.
There are three things men always talk about—women, sports and cars.
Money may not buy happiness, but I’d rather cry in a Jaguar than on a bus.
(This story appears in the 01 May, 2015 issue of Forbes India. To visit our Archives, click here.)