Family Vehicle Quotes

I will build a car for the great multitude. It will be large enough for the family, but small enough for the individual to run and care for. It will be constructed of the best materials, by the best men to be hired, after the simplest designs that modern engineering can devise. But it will be so low in price that no man making a good salary will be unable to own one - and enjoy with his family the blessing of hours of pleasure in God's great open spaces.

Probably looking at a piece of paper and all the features of a minivan, the minivan is probably the best car in the world.

A great hullabaloo is being made in Germany over the people’s car – seven million are to be built and almost ever family will have its own little car.

I was the only kid in Manhattan I knew whose parents had a car.

The first car the family owned was a Model A.

Our family really didn't have a car; we had my dad's police cruiser. Later he got a Buick, and that's what I was driving when I had a wreck. I'm lucky it was as big and strong as it was, because that Buick is what saved my life.

Or in the early days we didn't have the bus, we had a station wagon.

My sister has kids, including two in baby seats, and she drives a minivan. I had to climb over the car seats to get into the back seat, and it seemed ridiculous to have to do gymnastics to get in and out of the car.

What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.

At the end of the day, most people really only want a minivan for a certain part of their lives, when they're forced to have it because they have a lot of kids they've got to carry around or whatever, so I still think that the emotional connection with the car is very important.

I need a SUV, for me and my four sisters. So, I've narrowed it down to four, kind of expensive, cars.

My dad had given my sister and I our starter car, a red, old 1985 Chevy Blazer. It was so beat up, the taillights would fall off, and we would use red duct tape.

In '92 I got my first coach and had it for two, three years. My wife hated it.

I remember the first time I pulled out of my driveway in my grandparents' Nissan Ultimate or Centra. I just remember getting in a car that smells like my grandparents, with both my parents standing on the lawn, so petrified. That was my car up until I was 18.

Grandma's Camry, I don't think it goes past 100. If you're in an F1 car you can do circles around my Grandma's Camry. But it's Ol' Reliable, for sure.

I own a car: a minivan. But don't tell anyone, 'cause they're gonna ask to borrow it.

My mom marched into the reservation tent and reserved a Model X for herself. She drives a Jeep; she has four grandchildren. She didn't ask my dad. She just went ahead and did it.

When I turned 16 and got my license, the Chevy Blazer was passed down from my sister, so it was very much a starter car.

I drive a Yukon Flex Fuel, and there's baby seats in the back.