I bought a midnight blue Porsch with a whale tail when I was winning big one time in L.A. That car was fast, fast, fast!
I have a Mercedes, which is a pretty fast car. It's not a Lamborghini.
Speed is a part of me. I think I was born with that, and nowadays a fast player, I need a fast car, too.
You got a fast car But is it fast enough so we can fly away We gotta make a decision We leave tonight or live and die this way.
It's a massive motor in a tiny, lightweight car.
It turns out having a fast car is an excellent hobby when you're a workaholic because even when you don't have any free time, you can always drive to work.
I have a Volvo S60R and it's a pretty fast car, the R says it all.
As soon as I got my driver's license, I went crazy, and I got the Ford Cosworth, which was this limited edition street racing turbo. It was like this 200-miles-an-hour monster.
It's not that I don't want a fast car. I like the speed. I'm just not the type of person who finds a sports car a sexy car.
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've got a 1990 Porsche 911. It's just a Carrera, a very simple, straightforward little thing that goes like stink. I love it.
I drive an S80 Volvo; it's one of those real flashy cars. No, I just like it because I like a nice, cush ride; the Volvo is really cush, and it's powerful and fast.
So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.
I've got a Ferrari 430. It's black. I don't know what it cost but it wasn't cheap. I bought it because I was being a boy. It's fast and looks good.
