I admit to wasting my life messing around with fast cars and motorcycles.

The automobile, both a cause and an effect of this decentralization, is ideally suited for our vast landscape and our generally confused and contrary commuting patterns.

I have four grown children and two tiny grandchildren.

Some guy once told me that skydiving is like cutting your throat and seeing if you can get to the doctor before you bleed to death.

Don't get me wrong, I think bikes are terrific. I own several of my own, including a trendy mountain style, and ride them for pleasure and light exercise.

As the saying goes, truth is stranger than fiction. But only when the reality has not been subsumed by foamy legends and fantasies that radiate outward from the actual event.

If any vestige of the American automobile industry is to survive, it must involve state-of-the-art vehicles that are not equal to but surpass the best imports in every way.

Had I been more responsible I might have made something of myself as a junk bond trader, long-haul trucker or perhaps a plumbing contractor.

The bicycle is a former child's toy that has now been elevated to icon status because, presumably, it can move the human form from pillar to post without damage to the environment.

Racing is bulging at the seams with pure nutball characters, men who can drink more, screw more, fight more, laugh more, joke more, than practically any collection of people in the world.

More books, more racing and more foolishness with cars and motorcycles are in the works.

A poem should not meanBut be.

Don't be a fool for the Devil, darling.

If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one.

You hear horror stories about scary mothers who just want their kids to be famous. I could be waitressing in a restaurant, and my mum would be happy as long as I was happy.

I record all night and sleep all day.

But you can't stop at one, you wanna drink another woman!

Professionally, I feel like I won the lottery and I am the luckiest person in the entire world.

Life is pointless...and that is God's greatest gift.

I love B.C., but you know what taxes are like in Canada.

It is wrong always, everywhere, and for everyone, to believe anything upon insufficient evidence.