I don't know how to drive a car.
When we moved to Laguna Niguel, there was one four-way stop sign between the freeway and PCH.
Remember, only a policeman is allowed to express himself on an expressway.
I could drive from the age of nine. My dad had his car pitch at home, and we used to drive the cars around the land, take them up to the tap, wash them, and reverse them back.
I love driving. Listen to some music.
That was never on my radar, traffic stopping. It was never important to me.
I moved to Cardiff when I was 17 and never needed a car. When I came to L.A. for my first job there, I needed a car, so I had to pass my driving test.
If you're smart and you care about life, you'll take driving seriously.
I don't need to break the speed limit. But if I'm not passing other vehicles on the interstate, I get a little irritated.
I didn't pass my driving test till I was 38!
Once, when I was driving my bike with my helmet on, two girls recognized me by just looking at my eyes.
I don't remember the last time I drove. I'd rather be a passenger unless I'm somewhere beautiful.
Whenever I jump into the car I always try to do my best.
Man, when I'm riding with the helmet on, I'm invisible. And people just deal with me as the guy on the bike... it gives you a chance to read 'em.
Paris will give bicyclists more rights when it installs 4,300 signs throughout the city, allowing them to barrel though red lights and turn right on red.
I think driving in New York is a great experience. A lot more racing techniques go into it than anyplace else I've ever driven. There basically are no lanes.
When I get into a car - any car - I still find it amazing that I'm allowed to drive it away.
Something that I don't normally tell, and it's not necessarily because I wanna keep it from anybody - I just don't think about it - but one thing about me that not a whole lot of people know and that never really gets brought up is that I actually don't have a driver's license. I've never taken a driver's test.
Back when I was a young lad, I'm not condoning this, but there wasn't as much traffic on the roads. My dad used to drive a Hillman Avenger, and he would take me on the road driving that.
One night I was driving and so infatuated with dipping French fries into my milk shake that I drove right through a stop sign. The cop who pulled me over had no mercy.
My driving, I've been accused of not being the best, most safest driver.
I've been driving since I was 19 years old.
In South Africa, we drive on the left-hand side, and most of the cars are standard, so I learned with a full-gear transmission with a clutch and hill starts. I've never driven an automatic until I came to Canada.
There are no road signs to help navigate. And, in fact, no one has yet determined which side of the road we're supposed to be on.
There's a rumour going 'round that if you amass a certain number of penalty points on your driving licence, the authorities will make you take your test again! Now, if ever there was an incentive to drive carefully, they could not have threatened a more terrifying ordeal.
