“Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?” — Jack Kerouac Quote

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

It's hard to write haiku. I write long, silly Indian poems.

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

People spend so much time in their cars, and it's a legal way to have fun by speeding a little bit or testing yourself a little bit, and you get to invest in your car. For some people, it becomes their baby.

You cannot drive the car if you do not have a driver's license. You cannot do brain surgery if you are not a brain surgeon. You cannot even do a massage if you don't have a license.

I spent some time studying Toyota, because how could a loom maker - they made looms. That was their business for 50 years, 35 years - and then they decided to go into the car business after everyone else was in the car business.

But to personally satisfy my own adrenalin needs, I've been racing cars a little bit, which has been fun.