The early 1970s was a time when illegal acts were in style. Everybody was going nuts with causes, most of them against the law.

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.

…but it is in despair that the most burning pleasures occur…

The present is the now the here through which all future plunges to the past.

Every perfect traveller always creates the country where he travels.

My story is important not because it is mine, God knows, but because if I tell it anything like right, the chances are you will recognize that in many ways it is also yours.

I'd shrink government in a minute, if I could shrink GM, Bank of America, and all these immoral corporations that operate by an undemocratic code, with no soul and no conscience.

It's a terrible thing to be lonesome, especially in the middle of a crowd.

My days are straight out of the movie Groundhog Day.

The object of knowledge is what exists and its function to know about reality.

Everyone gets the experience. Some get the lesson.

I envision the future sunny and with love, harmony and oneness. I think Hollywood is changing.