I am going to miss that time when you take that corner better than anybody else could have taken it on that lap or you do that great qualifying lap or you make that great pass or you bring a crippled car home.

I was always an observer even as a child. I could be satisfied to sit in a car for 3 hours and just look at the street go by while my mother went shopping.

It was in San Diego and I was onstage and couldn't remember how to play the guitar properly. I was in terrible pain and my nervous system was just going wild like somebody had just run a car over me.

Space isn't remote at all. It's only an hour's drive away if your car could go straight upwards.

It was all that stuff about taking your parents' car when you're 13 sneaking booze into rock shows and ditching school with your friends. I could relate to that as a former teenager rather than as a present parent.

I think that people don't know how to do anything anymore. My father was a janitor. He could take a car apart and put it back together. He could build a house in the back yard. Today if you ask people what they know they say 'I know how to hire someone.'

It used to be that you'd have a song recorded by a major country artist and if it was a hit you could buy a car. Now you can buy a dealership.

I could be on 52nd and Third in Manhattan up and ask a strange for directions and they will help you that's a rural heart. Your car breaks down in the middle of Iowa or somewhere or Tennessee where I'm from people want to help each other. Given each opportunity you see how people come together.

I remember that all of a sudden the car felt like I couldn't control it. It was absolutely the most horrifying experience. We rolled over off the freeway. I think there was something wrong with the car.

This is like my dad's race team where we had one Legend car. If we wrecked it we couldn't race the next week unless we had enough parts to put it back together again.

Mayors could never get away with the kind of nonsense that goes on in Washington. In our world you either picked up the trash or you didn't. You either moved an abandoned car or you didn't. You either filled a pothole or you didn't. That's what we do every day. And we know how to get this stuff done.

Twenty years ago I was living in a lovely cottage on the edge of Dartmoor but I couldn't afford to run a car.

So if you're a robot and you're living on this planet you can do things that you can't do in real life - things that you wished you could do: like fly like have a car that flies like have furniture that is alive.

When I was in New York I was making a living. We had a summer house and a car that I could put in a garage. That's something for a stage actor.

In 1950 when the Giants signed me they gave me $15 000. I bought a 1950 Mercury. I couldn't drive but I had it in the parking lot there and everybody that could drive would drive the car. So it was like a community thing.

I've worked as a labourer driven taxis and school buses and been a car mechanic - whatever I could do just to get by. But it does mean that I know a little bit about a lot of things.

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.

You know if you're Guy Kawasaki and you create a car that gets 500 miles a gallon with zero emissions people on the Internet would say: 'I could have done that in half an hour and it's been done before. What's the big deal? I expected something more from him.' Meanwhile they didn't do it right? They're still living at home with their mothers.

I could never drive in a great big car people like me because I'm a man of the people a hustler.

When you walk the track and you see a corner and realise you were going round it at 160mph you wonder who could be so stupid to take a corner at that speed. But in the car you don't even think about that.

I grew up in Texas and people love their American-made muscle cars there. I grew up around people who loved cars and took care of cars and my dad's a big car nut so I learned a little bit about cars - how to love them most importantly. I think that from the time I could remember I've always envisioned myself in a vintage muscle car.

One morning about four o'clock I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.

The year most of my high school friends and I got our driver's permits the coolest thing one could do was stand outside after school and twirl one's car keys like a lifeguard whistle. That jingling sound meant freedom and power.

Sometimes I wish I could drive a car but I'm gonna drive a car one day so I don't worry about that.