Quotes About Transportation

I was inspired to see leaders from Paris, New York City, San Francisco and Vancouver, B.C. rolling up their sleeves to create clean and safe transportation systems; make homes and buildings efficient, comfortable and affordable; and ensure more of our energy comes from clean sources like wind and solar.

Take one round-trip flight between New York and California, and you've generated about 20 percent of the greenhouse gases that your car emits over an entire year.

Bike lanes - I put that now in the category of things you shouldn't discuss at dinner parties, right? It used to be money and politics and religion. Now, in New York, you should add bike lanes.

I am a New Yorker! Mass transit is my sweet ride. I know the subway system like the back of my hand.

I'm a New Yorker, so I don't own a car, but I rent a lot of cars.

I can remember being a young kid, twelve, thirteen years old just with my headphones on, on the train, listening to rappers paint these vivid pictures. Listening to Mobb Deep and feeling like I was in Queensbridge even though I'm on the Southside of Chicago.

Wouldn't it be awesome if we had a jetpack that wasn't a death trap? The problem is that it is going to be so power inefficient. I just couldn't live with that... it would be as loud as a motorcycle.

Mexico is trapped by a dense network of rent-seekers and monopolies in sectors that are crucial for economic growth, including telecommunications, energy, transportation, and financial services.

As we deliver airplanes and we enable global travel and global cargo delivery, it provides overall economic growth around the world as well.

From the way that we build cars or going after space travel, I get excited about the transportation space because it's the second-highest household expense after housing.

I prefer to travel by jeep, because you can see everyone clearly, and everyone can see you. Also, people are not able to come close to you easily when you are in a jeep.

Poor laborers from all parts of Asia as well as Africa, the Americas and even Europe are transported by plane each day to wealthier nations where low-tier jobs are plentiful; sometimes the travelers board without even knowing their final destination.

I don't like traveling, period. I like being at places and I like going places, but I don't like forms of transportation.

To me, traveling by bus is like climbing into a closet and watching 'Das Boot.'

We have to realize we have millions of human beings traveling on our equipment.

If it is the choice between a bullet train and a three-wheeler, I will choose the latter as it is the traveling mode of the poor people.

I do try to reduce my carbon footprint a little bit by travelling around London on my electric bike. A lot of people raise their eyebrows but I love riding it.

I used the bus when I was growing up in Brazil. I don't want to diminish anyone who travels on the bus, but I haven't done that for a long time.

The bicycle might just be the greatest of all inventions. It empowers the human machine, and with no input beyond perhaps a trendy isotonic health drink in a brightly coloured bottle at an inflated price.

The measure of a country's prosperity should not be how many poor people drive cars, but how many affluent people use public transportation.

In 1904, 20 per cent of journeys were made by bicycle in London. I want to see a figure like that again. If you can't turn the clock back to 1904, what's the point of being a Conservative?

A true fascist is anyone who wants to take away my air conditioning or force me to ride a bike.

New York, in the late nineteenth century, was also an astonishingly dirty city for a variety of reasons. Only about half of New York's families had bathrooms; the rest were served by outhouses. The Saturday-night bath had become a national ritual, but brushing one's teeth was unheard of. By 1885, some 250,000 horses—pulling carts, carriages, trolleys and public omnibuses—jammed New York's streets.

New York horses were driven until they expired, and as many as a hundred horses collapsed daily in the streets. It was often a matter of days before the carcasses could be hauled away, and the odor of decaying horseflesh added its own pungency to the city air. In the 1880's, meanwhile, New Yorkers were only beginning to get used to the luxury of paved streets in certain areas. Forty-second