Category Archives: Driving One Liners

And luckily, therefore the good old days return. The traditional art of driving counts again, and it is all about good tactics, skills and reflexes instead of simple power.

My mind started wandering. I started playing carefully, instead of playing the way that had gotten me to that point. I had to force myself to keep driving the ball.

Politics can be likened to driving at night over unfamiliar hills and mountains. Close attention must be paid to what the beam can reach and the next bend.

Well, we won the war. You know what that means. In twenty years, we’ll all be driving Iraqi cars.

I had a lot of fun driving race cars, but it wasn’t my No. 1 priority.

You have to stick up for what you believe in. And that, to me, is the biggest thing you can do about driving inclusion.

Although I love snow, it messes things up terribly around Seattle, with all of our hills. I worry about my loved ones driving.

Certainly dog driving is the most terrible work one has to face in this sort of business.

The driving force for the Arabs is hatred of Israel. Hatred of the Jewish people.

I love driving at Monaco but the rest of it, well, I can absolutely take it or leave it. It’s extremely pretentious and really not my cup of tea.

It seems that whatever we do is somehow beyond reproach – murder, rape, drunk driving – as long as we go on a TV show and apologize.

My phobias worsen as I get older. I’m scared of flying, driving. I’m terrified of sharks. I’m a germaphobe. But I try to face my fears; I do. Well, most… Read more »

I like old tunes when I’m driving. They’re fun and uplifting. Billy Ocean, that kind of thing.

I have worked hard to improve my consistency in my driving, irons, short game, and putting.

Because I’m a young black man driving a really nice, expensive car, I sometimes get harassed when I’m rolling through a ghetto neighborhood.

Once, I took a taxi. I hate those limousines. They stink and their drivers have been driving dead people to the cemeteries.

I can remember running around at the age of 3, wanting to play golf, cricket and football. I was always active, one way or another, driving my parents mad.

Rather than being a luxury, emotions are a very intelligent way of driving an organism toward certain outcomes.

love driving around east London – it’s always full of surprises. Actually, I don’t drive myself – I like to be driven.

There are times where you can’t do it yourself and the system takes over, or it’s appropriate to do things differently. But I think driving your son and your wife… Read more »