What Paris has done right is to make it awful to get around by car and awfully easy to get around by public transportation or by bike.

Now I'm having to live with sales of around 50 000 per album - but I'm pretty content with my place in the general scheme of things even if it's meant I don't drive a fancy car and can't afford grand vacations.

When I was 15 my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car but I found them. That month I drove my stepdad's Thunderbird Super Coupe into Manhattan every day and I would crank Cypress Hill as I flew around the city racing the taxis.

I'd rather drive the yellow brick road you wouldn't happen to know of a rental car place around.

The thing about New York is you can leave your house without a plan and find the day. You can't do that in Los Angeles. You need to get in your car all this you can't just drive around like a lunatic. In New York you can literally walk outside and wind up anywhere.

It's not just the kid who's spent every penny from his job to upgrade his car to tell the world he cares about sports cars it's also the person driving around in a fuel-conscious hybrid electric car because it's more a message to the world than an effective means of saving fuel to be quite honest.

I mostly drive around in a Fiat 500 TwinAir and that's a pretty small car!

I'm calling from my car I'm sorry I'm like running around like crazy.

People would say you look weak if you're not cursing the opposition and driving around in a big black car while always wearing a tie. Above all to be 'strong' you're always supposed to be giving orders.

I feel comfortable around every driver out there and each driver is in charge of their own car but you feel very secure racing the competition out there.

The negative effects of combat were nightmares and I'd get jumpy around certain noises and stuff but you'd have that after a car accident or a bad divorce. Life's filled with trauma. You don't need to go to war to find it it's going to find you. We all deal with it and the effects go away after awhile. At least they did for me.

The day I won an Emmy was also the day my father passed away. I received a call from my sister on the way to the ceremony and had to turn my car around and catch the first flight back to Karachi.

Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases load our kids into the car and drive from tense crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island with stretches of sea and sandy beaches rocky coasts and pine trees. We barbecue swim lie around and try to do nothing.

As soon as I began to earn what might be called fairly large sums I bought a car and began to explore the country around New York.

Sometimes I feel like I'm not only the engine but the caboose. I have to be in the front car and pull forward and at the same time run around behind and push everybody along with me.

I grew up in Texas and people love their American-made muscle cars there. I grew up around people who loved cars and took care of cars and my dad's a big car nut so I learned a little bit about cars - how to love them most importantly. I think that from the time I could remember I've always envisioned myself in a vintage muscle car.

You're pulling 4-5G for a lot of the corners around the lap. We build up lactic acid because there are a lot of vibrations in the car and you have to have strong legs to hit the brake pedal. We need to be fit to do every lap at 100%.

I keep my weight low although you need to be able to move your weight around the race car to change the balance. I'm 6ft and I'm 70kg so I haven't much fat on me.

With all the hybrid stuff and things like that I think that's a fabulous direction to go with cars in that sense. As someone who grew up around muscle cars I'll never not be able to not love a muscle car. Not that I don't care about the environment that's not it. But I adore muscle cars.

I've got Asperger's syndrome and I'm not a very good people person so I've always been more comfortable around machinery. Not in a weird way - I don't want to marry my car or anything stupid like that!

When I was really little I would sit in the back of my dad's car when he'd be playing old-school music. He'd turn down the music and turn around and I'd be singing and know all of the words but I didn't even know how to talk. From then on I've always wanted to be a singer.

I enjoy racing historic motorcars from the '50s and '60s. The seed of my interest was planted when I was about 12 years old and took over my mother's Morris Minor. I drove it around my father's farm. But my favorite car is still a McLaren F1 which I have had for 10 years.

Ten to 20 years out driving your car will be viewed as equivalently immoral as smoking cigarettes around other people is today.

I know people think we drive around in these nice cars and we do whatever we want and our parents will pay our credit cards but that's not the case. Sure my parents were generous I got a nice car at 16 but at 18 I was cut off. I've worked really hard. I opened the store myself.