Quotes About Car

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Geography has not failed them. No one has loaded up a car, driven away and never been heard from again.

My daughter Lila loves the smell of gasoline - she always says, 'Mummy, keep the door open ' when I'm filling up the car. I've heard it is one of the most preferred scents in the world - maybe that's something to study for my next fragrance!

Reflected briefly in the car's polished black door, just as his visitor ducked back into the sheltering shadow of the shutters, was not a darkly menacing shadow-shape laced with fire, but the stern, majestic figure of an armored warrior, with a diadem of stars bound across its noble brow and dark pinions sweeping from powerful shoulders to trail rainbows behind. And what its strong hands were cradling against its armored breast was not a radiator mascot but a tiny winged cherub.

Rain amplifies your mistakes, and water on the track can make your car handle unpredictably. When something unpredictable happens you have to react to it; if you're reacting at speed, you're reacting too late. And so you should be afraid.

I understood that a race car driver must be selfish. Success at any endeavor on an elite level demands selfishness.

La macchina va dove vanno gli occhi," the boy says. The champion laughs, then looks to the sky. "Si," he says. "The car goes where the eyes go. It is true, my young friend. It is very, very true.

But racing in the rain is also about the mind! It is about owning one's own body. About believing that one's car is merely an extension of one's body. About believing that the track is an extension of the car, and the rain is an extension of the track, and the sky is an extension of the rain. It is about believing that you are not you; you are everything. And everything is you.

Ideally, a driver is a master of all that is around him, Denny says. Ideally, a driver controls the car so completely that he corrects a spin before it happens, he anticipates all possibilities. But we don't live in an ideal world. In our world, surprises sometimes happen, mistakes happen, incidents with other drivers happen, and a driver must react.

We sat in the car & the night dropped down until the only sounds were the crickets & the dance of our voices & for a moment the world became small enough to roll back & forth between us.

His only mistake was not realizing there was a second car. There's always a second car. Except when there's not.

Predictably, Katherine's car was a leased Toyota Prius, what they call a hybrid, and, though I consider myself as sensitive to the assassination of our environment as anybody, Sean Drummond was not the least bit happy with this choice. The car didn't even require a key to get started, just this stupid button you push, then you can't even hear the engine, so after the fifth time I punched the button, Katherine said, "Stop that, Sean. The damned car is already started.

Have you ever noticed how nice people are at the car wash?! Maybe it's just me, but it makes me happy. Weird, I know!

We also listen to PJ Harvey a lot of driving music. You need something a little more relaxing in the car.

I'd kind of like to have a classic old muscle car. I think that would be fun.

Someone made the mistake of telling me the safest place in a lightning storm was in a car because of the grounding of the rubber tires. After that, at the first sound of thunder, I caterwauled until my parents would take me in the car until the storm subsided. I then proceeded to write about cars for the rest of my life.

But there was no denying Purvis's ineptitude in the Dillinger hunt. Suspects were found then lost. His informants were hopeless. He raided the wrong apartments. He built no bridges to the Chicago police while annoying other departments. He'd had his car stolen from in front of his house.

Well, I always had a chauffer, because I have never driven a car in my life. I still can't drive.

It's pretty cool to be able to hang out with the President and have the race-winning car on the South Lawn.

I call 'em complaining machines. Things are never right with a guy to them. And man, when you throw that hysteria in there...forget it. I gotta get out, get in the car, and go. Anywhere. Get a cup of coffee somewhere. Anywhere. Anything but another woman. I guess they're just built different, right?

Outside, I avoided the gazes of passersby and slid gratefully into the cavernous interior of Godric's car. I didn't like to say This is yours? because wherever I placed the stress in that sentence, it sounded faintly insulting. It felt as if I were sitting inside a very pricey black leather handbag. Things glittered at me, and the bits that weren't leather or glittering were sort of dull black. It all smelled wildly expensive.

I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.

Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?

Don't say that," I snapped. "We are innocent men! We are working within the system . . . and besides, I think I have some good crank outside in the car.