We take better care of the maintenance of our cars than we take care of the maintenance of our bodies.
To realize the promise of 5G, we will need smart networks, not dumb pipes. Dumb pipes won’t deliver smart cities. Dumb pipes won’t enable millions of connected, self-driving cars to navigate the roads safely at the same time.
I collect cars and bikes. One of my most special rides is a black 1930s Cadillac V16, and then I’ve got a few West Coast choppers.
If you live in a crowded area of Brooklyn or Manhattan, having a car is a hindrance. It doesn’t even make sense. I basically grew up all my life without a car.
I spent some time studying Toyota, because how could a loom maker – they made looms. That was their business for 50 years, 35 years – and then they decided to go into the car business after everyone else was in the car business.
A simple social engineering hack might involve leaving a thumb drive on the pavement close to the driver’s door of a car.
If I go into the Mississippi Delta at pitch black midnight and put on a Robert Johnson record, it’s hard to sit in the car because it’s pretty powerful.
I have yet to meet anyone quite so stubborn as myself and animated by this overpowering passion that leaves me no time for thought or anything else. I have, in fact, no interest in life outside racing cars.
I only know it takes weeks to recover, as if one had been in a car accident.
My first car was a Buick Skyhawk from, like, ‘78, I think. I ran that thing into the gutter. It was shaped like an egg; it was cool.
Consumers do not want a perceived cheap car; they want a car to flaunt. A car is as much about status and identity as it is about transport.
I love the ‘40s. I love the ’50s. I love the style, I love the clothes. I love how the women looked. I love the dances. I love the music. I love the amber of the light. I’m just in love with the cars. I’m in love with all of it.
The racing driver’s mind has to have the ability to have amazing anticipation, coordination, and reflex. Because of the speed the car goes.
You should never ever buy a car in a panic – otherwise you’ll buy the first car you see without knowing what you’re getting.
I find people interesting. People trying hard are interesting. People with a passion are interesting – whether it’s old cars or taxidermy or knitting.
If I get into a car on a circuit, I drive as fast as I can; that’s it!
One morning, about four o’clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I’m falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.
I still don’t have a car. I still travel by public transport. I take autos to travel to and fro for recordings.
Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood – the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.
I don’t purposely speed, but I might go over by five or six miles an hour from time to time. It doesn’t give me a buzz driving on normal roads, because I can’t go fast enough. It’s never going to be anything like an F1 car.
A life can get knocked into a new orbit by a car crash, a lottery win or just a bleary-eyed consultant giving bad news in a calm voice.
I don’t have a lavish lifestyle with expensive cars.
I have a car that I like – an Aston Martin – for Sunday drives in the country.
I listen to KCRW in the car and Pandora radio, which I stream through the stereo from my iPhone. I’ve been listening to everything from Caribou to Conway Twitty. If I’m going on a longer car ride, I’ll download some podcasts.
I spent a lot of time behind the Iron Curtain, and their cars were abysmal.
