A car crossed two lanes of traffic, flipped, and landed on my dad’s car. I don’t blame cars. My dad loved cars. I don’t have many memories of my dad. The love of cars is all I have of him, really.
Being wealthy when no one else is, is like being the only one at the party with a drink.
Men often do things for women that they don’t want to do, so that women will do things for men that they don’t want to do.
I used to live an isolated existence, even in relationships, but now my family knows me for who I really am. Mostly, that’s a good thing.
Why go to a church to worship God? A church is man made. God never said, “And let there be aluminum siding.” Climbing a tree to talk to God sounds like a better idea since only God can make a tree. And if that tree’s on a golf course, all the better.
They say you only go around once, but with a muscle car you can go around two or three times.
There is no greater feeling than when a groom turns to see his bride and has tears in his eyes because she is so beautiful.
Can we take a direct flight back to reality or do we have to change planes in Denver?
Kids learn by example. If I respect Mom, they’re going to respect Mom.
In marriage, compromise nurtures the relationship.
Pere Noel. Babbo Natale. Pelznickel. Topo Gigio.
Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we’ve always had: work, or prison.
Before Kady was born, I didn’t think having a kid would be such a big deal. My attitude was simple: Babies are nice, play with them, put them in the closet until the next time.
The world’s a mean place. It’s unfair, then it’s fair. It’s hateful, then it’s loving. It’s a very peculiar place on philosophical and metaphysical and religious levels.
Playing golf is like going to a strip joint. After 18 holes you are tired and most of your balls are missing.
I have irrational fears, and they all go back to losing my father as a kid. I’ve never gotten over it.
In the last three years of racing I’ve met as many women fans as men fans, and in NASCAR it’s the same thing. My wife loves cars, but the difference is she doesn’t have 20 years of understanding the background of them. She basically drives them and uses her gut feelings as to which is best.
I have an only child. She’s so independent and good with adults.
Never comment on a woman’s rear end. Never use the words ‘large’ or ‘size’ with ‘rear end.’ Never. Avoid the area altogether. Trust me.
The ego is like a kid in the basement: It’s best to keep him busy.