A muscle is like a car. If you want it to run well early in the morning, you have to warm it up.
A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.
When you put gas in your car you are making a political statement, because you are supporting the empires that control and continue the destruction of some countries.
I enjoy racing historic motorcars from the ’50s and ’60s. The seed of my interest was planted when I was about 12 years old and took over my mother’s Morris Minor. I drove it around my father’s farm. But my favorite car is still a McLaren F1, which I have had for 10 years.
One morning, about four o’clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I’m falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.
Stay humble. Always answer your phone – no matter who else is in the car.
It was 100 feet of 16 mm black-and-white film of a car coming to a stop sign, and driving off. I had to decide how to frame and light it. It was magic. There was a sense of mystery.
Over my lifetime, the car had actually transcended the fact that it is a car. It has become a venue.
I’ve always been a bit of a car freak.
Police departments no longer have to pay overtime or divert resources from other projects to find out where an individual goes – all they have to do is place a tracking device on someone’s car or ask a cell phone company for that individual’s location history and the technology does the work for them.
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