When people ask me that, I say I don't want to be remembered. It means I'm no longer around.

There's so much more power, so you're short-shifting all the way down into fifth, sixth, seventh before you can get the full throttle. But great fun otherwise.

My Bridgestone tire blows out on a day that Ferrari wins? Smells too convienent to me.

I love it in the States. The roads are big, the food is big. If it was possible to be in L.A. and still live my racing life, I would move now.

I feel like I've been blessed with the ability to do what I do and I guess, I ultimately want to be remembered for being an out-and-out racer; just driving at the seat of my pants and doing it the right way and winning for the right reasons. The right values.

I went blonde which killed my hair. It was a disaster. I think it was neat to do it for a bit.

What people tend to forget is the journey that I had getting to Formula One. There were plenty of years where I had to learn about losing and having bad races.