What am I supposed to haul my dogs around in, a Rolls-Royce?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm a crazy car guy. I've got an airplane hangar full of cars.
I've never been that person who wants a Rolls Royce or wants to live in a mansion or what have you.
We seem to want one vehicle to carry people and soccer balls and hay bales.
I remember they used to tell me, they said, 'Khaled, you can't get a Rolls-Royce; you need to get one of them small ones.' So I went and bought a Phantom.
I build engines and attach wheels to them.
I travel in a Ford Econoline van with a trailer. So it's not quite so glamorous.
I live like in the days of Daniel Boone, hauling water by hand. I used to have two Rolls-Royces. Now I got one. It's got four flat tires; the trunk is open, and a rat lives inside it.
I have a pickup truck. And I prefer to be with dogs or on my sailboat than in a car - actually, more than any other place on Earth.
We get picked up in these Rolls Royces and get three miles down the highway and five cop cars pull us over.
I get in my golf cart with my dogs, I have five dogs.