When a car's ahead of you, as long as you can see it, you get a tow, just like the draft in NASCAR. Even if it's a long ways down the track, it punches a hole in the air that has to help. When you're running alone, you can feel the difference, and it shows on the clock, too.

Speed is relative. You have to live it. You can't just jump into it. You have to live it all the time.

In racing, there is no question who is best - the first one to cross the finish line wins first prize. But with wine, even if you make the best wine in the world, someone isn't going to like it, because it isn't their style. Judging wine is very subjective.

Unfortunately, we don't educate drivers enough to be respectful on the road.

If everything seems under control, you're just not going fast enough.

Love what you do. Believe in your instincts. And you'd better be able to pick yourself up and brush yourself off every day.

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