Your body is a vehicle of your emotions and a vehicle of feelings and a vehicle of whatever you need to get done in life. And you've got to take care of that vehicle.
Some men take good care of a car; others treat it like one of the family.
When I am driving my car down the street, I try not to go down the potholes.
I love driving cars, looking at them, cleaning and washing and shining them. I clean 'em inside and outside. I'm very touchy about cars. I don't want anybody leaning on them or closing the door too hard, know what I mean?
Have the man at the station put the air in the tires. I did it once myself. Have you ever seen a car with a limp?
Genius is fine for the ignition spark, but to get there someone has to see that the radiator doesn't leak and no tire is flat.
Never slam a car door. According to the Westchester elite, it's a heinous crime, as heartless as kicking a puppy.
I wash my cars and clean the garage a lot. That's kind of my thing.
I don't like to go over curbs, because I don't want to be hard on the car.
... I never was one to get upset about a few scratches on a motor vehicle, it is meant to be used, not saved.
Keeping a consistent band going is a bit like getting the Aston Martin out the garage - you have to run it every now and then!
