I just loved the driving part. If I didn’t race anybody, it didn’t make any difference as long as I could drive. It’s just the physical part of getting in the car and being able to go run fast and being able to drive.

I think faith is the one common denominator between everything that goes on at the race track – a faith in Christ.

When someone’s got your rear tires off the ground, you don’t have much traction.

That’s what faith is – that belief that there’s somebody there that’s going to help you and push you and be that person that is there for you when you’re in your deepest, darkest moment.

I don’t think political correctness doesn’t make any difference. Once that’s in your DNA, you don’t pass an ordinance or pass a law or all of the sudden change your DNA.

You had life by the tail and didn’t know it.

Speed is relative. Does it feel fast going 70 miles per hour down an eight lane highway? No, probably not, but I bet it does if you are going down some single lane dirt road. It’s the same in a race car. It depends on the track.

Why did I take up racing? I was too lazy to work and too chicken to steal.

The only part I miss about driving is driving. That’s it. I don’t miss all the other stuff that goes along with it, all the other PR stuff. Anybody, when they quit driving, they miss the driving part.

Faith is believing that there’s somebody there to make you stronger. There’s somebody there that won’t leave you alone; God’s always standing by you. That’s what that is.