Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Cafe Racers.

But I am in the gambling business, for good or ill; it is the business I have chosen, and the only governing rule that we all recognize is: always sit close to an exit and never trust a man who doesn't sweat.

Those who fail to learn from the brutal stompings visited on them in the past are doomed to be brutally stomped in the future.

Never fire a warning shot. It is a waste of ammunition.

Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba.

I feel the same way about disco as I do about herpes.

There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.