Quotes About Cars

Mr Satterthwaite clucked twice in vexation. Whether right in his assumption or not, he was more and more convinced that cars nowadays broke down far more frequently than they used to do.

'Cars' is a really personal story for me because, first of all, I grew up in Los Angeles - the car crazy capital.

Cars on the opposite side of the street seems strange to me but I am still in a phase where London is new and I am taking it day by day.

Even we schoolchildren know that ordinary diplomats don't drive around in unmarked cars carrying Glock pistols.

'The melancholy of all things done' is the way Buzz once described his complete mental breakdown after returning from the moon. Booze. A couple of divorces. A psych ward. Broke. At one point he was selling cars.

Even if we accepted the health implications of pollution and the impact on global warming, from a simple space management perspective, mobility will eventually collapse in cities that give priority to the car.

My first job was working for my dad. He was a used-car dealer, and I used to wash the cars down, clean them out, and so on. I would do stuff for him pretty much every day. It was quite a good job, to be honest.

I love driving cars, looking at them, cleaning and washing and shining them. I clean 'em inside and outside. I'm very touchy about cars. I don't want anybody leaning on them or closing the door too hard, know what I mean?

I don't believe in the American dream anyway, becoming a billionaire and buying expensive cars.

I have about 40 cars, of which 25 to 30 are what you might call serious.

The bicycle thing - well, since people couldn't use their cars, they had to use their bicycles, didn't they?

I love old cars. They're hard to maintain - I've had a few myself - but great to drive.

I've driven just about every kind of car there is.

A lot of celebrities love cars, and because they have the money, they get involved in the car world.

I know I'm not supposed to like muscle cars, but I like muscle cars.

There was my yellow cowhide, well scraped on both sides from being pushed around in the boots of cars.

Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars.

I think my mind is going. It is changing into a cranial junkyard. I have a huge pile of rusty tin cans the size of Mount Everest and about a million old cars that are going nowhere but between my ears.

During a race, it's like I become a machine and the machine becomes a man. I talk to my cars, baby them, shout at them, praise them.

I'm not just a fan of the really restored ones, the shiny ones. But I like the working man's cars.

I remember, as a young man, wanting to experience a car going at those speeds and being visually nourished by something which I loved so much. And I wanted to race fast cars and have a good time.

I love my home. It's the only thing I really spend money on. I don't really spend a lot of money on anything else. No fancy cars. No designer clothes.

Banks were once places to hold money and were very careful in lending to finance families as they built a future - bought homes, bought cars, took out student loans.

At Christmas time, I spent an extortionate amount of money on Buzz Lightyear toys, baby clothes, Disney cars and the like.