Quotes About Driving

Are you crazy, Gideon?" His mouth thinned. "Is that a serious question?" "Yes. Yes, it is. My mom stalks me, too, and she sees a shrink. Do you have a shrink?" "Not presently, but you're driving me crazy enough to make that a possibility.

Good morning, Miss Tramell," he replied, smiling. He was an older gentleman, with a liberal sprinkling of white in his red hair. I liked him for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was the fact that he'd been driving Gideon around since grade school and genuinely cared for him.

Old ladies in the Gale family drove like they owned the roads. And the other drivers. And the local police department. And the laws of physics.

Clare}: "I am a very safe driver. And you've never had me drive you anywhere, so you can't say otherwise. Can you?" "I've let you drive me crazy," [Russ] said. The second it was out of his mouth, he felt the tips of his ears go red. God! What an asinine thing to say!

When I moved out of London 13 years ago, I found a whole other reason not to drive. This was because my new husband Dan, unlike my dad, did drive, and this became a great source of fun and adventure.

My dad didn't drive - the only dad I knew who didn't.

I find there is something very intimate about being the voice in someone's ear when they're driving.

I am a very hands-on person, and I like to be involved in driving my business.

When I'm driving I should make more of an effort with my iPod, but I'm too lazy to organise a playlist.

Jeremy can't do anything. I've never discovered anything he can do. I mean, he can drive a car round a track pretty well, but he wouldn't be able to light a fire.

Joe and I always say that our guide through action is always story and character. We're always driving right at the character beats, or else the action beat doesn't work.

Seth reached forward for the crackers. Dad, driving, asked for some Almond Roca. Last Christmas he had decided that Almond Roca was his favorite candy and that he should have some on hand all year long. Nearly six months later he was still honoring his resolution. "Do

Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back at the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb. Maybe sometimes. Not today. Today they were driving along an endless two-lane highway through the forested hills of Connecticut.

I learned to drive when I was 35. I'm driving like an old lady and very close to the wheel. I don't take many risks, and when people yell at me I say 'sorry, sorry, sorry!' I don't have road rage yet.

When somebody doesn't use common sense, I get frustrated. When I'm driving down the highway and someone is in the left-hand lane, and they're going very slow, sometimes I just go around them, and other times I'll be in the mood where I flash my lights and yell at them, like, 'What the heck are you doing? Get the heck out of my way!'

Whenever I drive under a yellow light, I always kiss my finger and tap it on the roof of the car.

As soon as I was tall enough, my dad used to let me drive him 60 miles or 70 miles to work. That was pretty fun. My dad was really old. At the time, he was 82 years old. He said, 'Can you drive?' and I said 'Yes.' I guess I didn't find it to be that crazy.

When I'm driving past the place I used to work, or when I'm driving past the comedy studio where I used to take photos in exchange for classes, or when I'm driving past the yoga studio I used to clean on the weekends - it's not that far removed from me yet. I get very sentimental over things like that.

I like the light that comes off metal shutters at siesta time in the summer, having a break from driving in the shops at motorway services, the odour of petrol at petrol stations, rolling down little slopes. I hate it when you tread in a puddle and the water soaks your socks.

Some of my favorite records growing up were Christmas albums. The ones I liked best were the albums that you could listen to from start to finish. You could put them on while you're decorating the tree or driving around looking at Christmas lights.

I've never wanted to drive a car fast for the sake of it. I mean, I like nice cars. I've got the Bentley, I've had a Lotus, I've had a Rolls-Royce and a few Jaguars, including an E-type. But I'm not somebody for driving tremendously fast.

I love to drive fast. It's a rush.

Have to be a big garage door." As they drove south, the businesses and houses thinned, with only a few buildings

Most people have no concept of how an automatic transmission works, yet they know how to drive a car. You don't have to study physics to understand the laws of motion to drive a car. You don't have to understand any of this stuff to use Macintosh.