Tried on daddy's 1979 rookie firesuit a while back. Smelled every bit of 36 years old.
I'm just trying not to get run over. That's number one. Number two is you gotta catch the guy in front of ya.
I felt like the track came to us, but then it went beyond us.
In what other sport do you get a 15-second break every hour?
I don't like going on stage. Stages mean "nervous" for me.
The winner ain't the one with the fastest car. It's the one who refuses to lose.