Everything at a NASCAR event carries a corporate logo except the lavatory stalls.

The automobile, both a cause and an effect of this decentralization, is ideally suited for our vast landscape and our generally confused and contrary commuting patterns.

I have four grown children and two tiny grandchildren.

I admit to wasting my life messing around with fast cars and motorcycles.

Some guy once told me that skydiving is like cutting your throat and seeing if you can get to the doctor before you bleed to death.

Don't get me wrong, I think bikes are terrific. I own several of my own, including a trendy mountain style, and ride them for pleasure and light exercise.

As the saying goes, truth is stranger than fiction. But only when the reality has not been subsumed by foamy legends and fantasies that radiate outward from the actual event.

If any vestige of the American automobile industry is to survive, it must involve state-of-the-art vehicles that are not equal to but surpass the best imports in every way.

Had I been more responsible I might have made something of myself as a junk bond trader, long-haul trucker or perhaps a plumbing contractor.

The bicycle is a former child's toy that has now been elevated to icon status because, presumably, it can move the human form from pillar to post without damage to the environment.

Racing is bulging at the seams with pure nutball characters, men who can drink more, screw more, fight more, laugh more, joke more, than practically any collection of people in the world.

She resented a universe that forced her to fabricate cover stories for its more inexplicable vagaries.

Enya assessed him like a woman would a piece of fine cloth. "Rugged land for a rugged man.

Jealousy is an unjust and stifling thing.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Music is therapy. Music moves people. It connects people in ways that no other medium can. It pulls heart strings. It acts as medicine.

Crabbed and obscure definitions are of no use beyond a narrow circle of students, of whom probably every one has a pet one of his own.

The last thing you want to do is shoot 80 wearing 'tartan troosers'.

You mean he came to your school? The scandalous rodent-loaf!

Ramadan makes you closer to God.

You don't have the moral right to hold one child back to make another child feel better.