Well... I had braces and I had to wear headgear! I loved my braces actually. For me they were like a piece of jewelry! Instead of the silver or pewter I had gold braces. It was so much fun I loved them. I got to change the colors and stuff and I had the rubber bands.

I assure you that the training that you get in a midget in a sprint car and perhaps in a Silver Crown car is really the kind of experience that makes you into a damn good race driver.

I went to watch my father at Silverstone in the early 1950s and I've still got the car he was in.

The first trip I remember taking was on the train from Virginia up to New York City watching the summertime countryside rolling past the window. They used white linen tablecloths in the dining car in those days and real silver. I love trains to this day. Maybe that was the beginning of my fixation with leisurely modes of travel.

I'm a car fanatic and each morning I wake up with a smile on my face whether I'm commentating on the Formula One or at Silver Hatch racetrack in Roary the Racing Car.

You know what I really love? The CD players in a car. How when you put the CD right up by the slot it actually takes it out of your hand like it's hungry. It pulls it in and you feel like it wants more silver discs.

Beauty attracts us men but if like an armed magnet it is pointed beside with gold and silver it attracts with tenfold power.

Courtesy is a silver lining around the dark clouds of civilization it is the best part of refinement and in many ways an art of heroic beauty in the vast gallery of man's cruelty and baseness.