Anyone driving a 1992 Cutlass, take it back, because I built it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I couldn't find the sports car of my dreams, so I built it myself.
So gradually, and then I had an Italian roadster that I built, it took me five years to build it, it was stolen from me and stripped. I said, well maybe we should have another where we shouldn't steal from each other.
One thing that was really dope for me was that my dad had a '78 Corvette, '78 or '76 Corvette all my life. It always needed to be fixed up. I remember it's just been sitting in the driveway for years, and I got it fixed from top to bottom for his birthday.
The reason I moved to California the first time was to build the Cobra. I thought it was stupid to have a 1918 taxicab engine in what Europeans like to call a performance car when a little American V-8 could do the job better.
I drove a brand new Lamborghini, the Huracan; it was great. We went on the Autobahn, and we got to drive on the Nurburgring.
I'm a driver, and I love it.
I drive a BMW 1 series convertible. I love my Beamer.
I'm a crazy car guy. I've got an airplane hangar full of cars.
I'm a classic emerald green Sixties Jaguar that nobody can own, but my husband is allowed to drive.
I drive a Mustang. A 2005 five-speed GT convertible.